Friday, March 7, 2014

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

17 comments:

  1. These are lovely images, Cathy. Instead of the usual ominous feelings one can get from the dark, this felt safe and sacred.

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    1. There'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.

      Cathy

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  2. Beautiful! I love the simple form ending each stanza, just the right words.

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    1. Thank you, Margaret….and thanks for hosting.

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  3. This 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.

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  4. "the stars shimmer
    in 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...

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    1. Trish,
      I 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

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  5. Love your choice of words! I feel like I am sitting on your back porch looking out. Beautifully descriptive.

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    1. We do have one of the best night skies.

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  6. What a wonderful poem! I can't even think of a compliment that would do it justice. Well done, my friend.

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    1. Thanks, Carolyn. It spun around in my head all day. I still haven't done the beauty of the night sky justice.

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  7. ... the dark sky
    seems 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.

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    1. Kevin,
      This 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

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  8. Ah. Now I get to see what this line lifting of Kevin's looks like! Very cool!!

    As for YOUR poem, love the pattern! Did you set out to do that or did it surprise you and help you along?

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    1. Mary Lee,
      Funny, 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

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    2. They usually surprise me. When they appear, I try to help them along. Just like what you said!

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