seven sisters
i wrap a blanket
’round my shoulders
and step outside
to search for meteors
blinking blank sky
tinged pink by cityscape
and two low clouds
hung just off center
the southern cross
points slightly southwest
and i face north to seek
that one true star
feeling grounded
and whole and tiny
beneath her ever
standing compass
all i need
to find my way
to all the home
that matters
on the periphery
the pleiades dance
because they know
no one can see
.
.
.
August 12th, 2012 at 9:09 am
fine penciled emotions in this…of feeling small and safe and being led..all at the same time…
August 12th, 2012 at 9:39 am
“On the periphery/ the pleiades dance/ because they know/ no one can see” Just beautiful! I love it. 🙂
August 12th, 2012 at 10:28 am
What an intriguing image and the perfect poem to accompany it!
August 12th, 2012 at 10:51 am
really lovely closure on this…there is comfort in those things that we can depend on…like guiding stars…and home…smiles…
August 12th, 2012 at 11:03 am
You can take a few seconds and turn them into a masterpiece.
August 12th, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Ah–this is really neat and packed full of meanings. I stood out under the sky looking for the Persieds last night, but was thwarted by clouds that seemed to run up from the east and throw a blanket over the stars–and that, too, gave the feeling you describe of homecoming, of an order in which somewhere everything–even us–fits. Loved this.
August 12th, 2012 at 12:04 pm
I loved the first two stanzas in particular here, but throughout I enjoyed the sense of being held in the universe, happily grounded as a tiny part of the whole.
August 12th, 2012 at 12:46 pm
This puts me right in that place. Gorgeous piece!
August 12th, 2012 at 1:07 pm
Nice…one of my fab constellations. The stars in the sky waiting for our recognition.
August 12th, 2012 at 2:45 pm
Love, love the poem and such a beautiful image to go with it.
August 12th, 2012 at 3:06 pm
Love this….so many beautifully sad sentiments in this… The setting, the environment and then the Pleiades dancing- something so big about this but also small (in thee human sense)- reading this just makes me want to go outside, sit in a chair, and watch for those shooting stars…..
August 12th, 2012 at 3:37 pm
I absolutely adore this poem!
August 12th, 2012 at 3:47 pm
“feeling grounded
and whole and tiny
beneath her ever
standing compass”
Lovely!
. . . and what a view you have, even of the dancers who count you as one of them.
August 12th, 2012 at 7:23 pm
I like the cosmic dance specially these lines:
feeling grounded
and whole and tiny
beneath her ever
standing compass
August 13th, 2012 at 8:08 pm
you stood me with you under that sky, and yes – feeling grounded and whole and tiny”. yes. that explains the pull to be there, the need, the call, even if i am searching for the stars through slow moving clouds.