Slice of Poetry: Night Gift 7 of 31
Poetry and story. Perfect! Last night I came home from a long day to a stunning night sky. I wished I were a painter and could paint it. I wished I were a photographer with a lens big enough to capture the light. I am neither so I thought I'd try a poem. It's day seven of the March Slice of Life Challenge. 31 days of writing. Thanks to the amazing Two Writing Teachers team for all of their support in this event. It is also Poetry Friday so stop by Reflections on the Teche for words, words, words.
Night Gift
the dark sky
seems so far away
a black so dark
quiet
peaceful
waiting
the crescent moon
aglow in the cloudless sky
reflecting light to earth
suspended
radiant
resting
the stars shimmer
in my country sky
watching me watch them
heedful
luminous
knowing
away from the lights
they dazzle
shimmering softly
silent
glorious
captivating
sparkling diamonds
contrasting the charcoal sky
tell me I'm home
content
delighted
belonging
© Cathy L. Mere
These are lovely images, Cathy. Instead of the usual ominous feelings one can get from the dark, this felt safe and sacred.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like night in the country. Right now it is quiet because of the cold so the world above grabs my attention a little more. To look up into the crystal clear night sky and see the stars shimmering is something I have grown to appreciate. When I go to the city, I'm always a little surprised the stars are so hard to find.
DeleteCathy
Beautiful! I love the simple form ending each stanza, just the right words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margaret….and thanks for hosting.
DeleteThis made me smile....I remember looking at that crescent moon last night and felt like this might just be a sign that spring was not far away.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope!
Delete"the stars shimmer
ReplyDeletein my country sky
watching me watch them
heedful
luminous
knowing"
I love that stanza! I never thought of the stars watching ME! I also saw the crescent moon earlier this week...wish I had stayed and watched longer.
Lovely...
Trish,
DeleteI came hope the other night and looked up to see the stars just waiting there. I stood outside for quite some time - because it was finally warm enough to do so. I'm ready for patio season.
Cathy
Love your choice of words! I feel like I am sitting on your back porch looking out. Beautifully descriptive.
ReplyDeleteWe do have one of the best night skies.
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem! I can't even think of a compliment that would do it justice. Well done, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carolyn. It spun around in my head all day. I still haven't done the beauty of the night sky justice.
Delete... the dark sky
ReplyDeleteseems so far away ...
constellations beckon
but we won't be moved;
our gravity keeps us grounded
here, with you, us, in this space,
and when we turn on the lights
to see the stars,
we still follow the star chart
left behind by the trail
of the comet.
-Kevin
PS -- a little lifting of your line to make my own. Thanks.
Kevin,
DeleteThis is exactly what Margaret was talking about! How do you do it? How do you manage all of these creative ways to share, reply, connect? I'm always learning from you.
Thanks,
Cathy
Ah. Now I get to see what this line lifting of Kevin's looks like! Very cool!!
ReplyDeleteAs for YOUR poem, love the pattern! Did you set out to do that or did it surprise you and help you along?
Mary Lee,
DeleteFunny, but not surprising, you would ask. I'm always trying to find the pattern to a poem. I was about three stanzas in when I found it and then went back to try to make it work. It still needs some polish as finding the right words is always a challenge for me, but it was fun to write.
How do you find the pattern in your poems? They are always in your work and beautifully done.
Cathy
They usually surprise me. When they appear, I try to help them along. Just like what you said!
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