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Ink's Stars or Home Contest ~ 4/4/26

Languishing Luminance of a Star

Tonight, I sit watching ebony skies
feeling the need for silence and seclusion
admiring the glitter and glimmer of stars
before one by one they disappear.
   There's no solace found
      when one loses luster and then dies.

As its twinkling torchlight flickers,
I drink deeply of its beauty.
  In this haunting darkness of night
    the taunting of its dimming light
once twilight's tattered tint loses its glint,
a star makes way for the moon to take flight.

I fear the imminence of its daunting death, 
   the last gasp of celestial breath
as it outshines the galaxy
before its flaming core collapses.

Suddenly, the night grows cold 
and dire darkness holds reign
   but not from a lofty throne.
Luna's halo has lost its glow.
How stark becomes the emptiness
where a star once heavenly hung.
It's not an illusion of pain...
   I feel it as I feel the chill of winter rain.

It's as if into a black hole of stellar mass
it passes through mordant shadows
   and I, although I fear the dark
      would light a spark as it leaves
and time travel with it as luminance dulls.

If only wings were allowed mere mortals,
the portal they enter, I would breach
to reach its final resting place.

Sometimes, it seems as if in dreams
I follow where faded stars go to die.
Entering the depths of an abyss 
from which they are not reborn.
I shiver while watching them flutter
   the last pulsing beats 
       of dying hearts sputter
         in demise before my eyes...
never to return to celestial skies.

A somber thought enters my soul,
that soon each dying star will depart
  its shimmer veiled then extinguished
     as if snuffed because of its beauty.

Stars should not be doomed to dwell
in skies with holes of desolation.
   I mourn with miserable melancholy,
      the glorious grandeur of its light
       each time I see a fading star,
         languishing as its journey ends.

A cry escapes my pouting lips
for all that's left of its existence
   is stardust clinging to my fingertips.
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Jones Avatar
April 17, 2026 at 9:57 AM
Congratulations Lin on your beautiful write’s win of first place!!!
Lane Avatar
April 21, 2026 at 6:53 AM
Thank you very much, Karen.
Empress Avatar
April 17, 2026 at 7:23 AM
Dear Linnersz, This is beyond breathtaking left me in awe inspired and lost, immersed in the way youv expressed in such a poignant and ethereal manner! The depth of the imagery youv painted here is truly captivating and has a charismatic essence to it just like your soul! One of the best iv read for my prompts. I want to quote so many lines but i must “It's not an illusion of pain... I feel it as I feel the chill of winter rain.” I cant praise you enough! Seriously this is a fave!! Well deserved first place! Congratulations! Thank you for sharing! Pleasure reading. Sending you light always
Lane Avatar
April 21, 2026 at 6:50 AM
It’s always my pleasure to write for you, sweet friend. Your complimentary reviews are always very encouraging for future writes. Thank you for your support and placement in your thought provoking contest. I deeply value your in depth remarks. Hugs!
Beaufort Avatar
April 8, 2026 at 10:19 AM
Lin, there's a lot of chaos, and we have no idea of the outcome of all this big stuff out there. The fact that you think and write about this existential wonder inspires me for sure. At least we get to see some of this while it happens. Then, it's all gone. I am certainly glad we get to smile every day!
Lane Avatar
April 8, 2026 at 4:06 PM
Thanks for the read of this rather lengthy one, Duke. I kind of got carried away with the thought of dying stars. I wish I could see them as clearly as I did in Colorado. It was wondrous to see so many!
Cunningham Avatar
April 4, 2026 at 7:08 AM
You've certainly done your research on this one Lin, its worrying to think that one day our sun will go that way. Hopefully we'll be long gone. Tom
Lane Avatar
April 4, 2026 at 10:37 AM
Tom, I'd bet none of us around today will see the sun fizzle and die, leaving us in darkness and cold. It's the more imminent danger of nature's imbalance and man's stupidity that the world has been thrown into today that is more threatening. Thanks for always giving your views on my poetry. ;-)
Kavanagh  Avatar
April 4, 2026 at 7:05 AM
Beautiful cosmological imagery Lin, yes it is dark, and quite sad to think that all the stars will eventually die either as black holes or black dwarfs. but that’s not for a very long time, it’s thought our own sun coalesced from a supernova’s remains, 4.5 billion years ago, and more stars will be created in our galaxy for billions of years to come, brilliant poem, I enjoyed very much, cheers David
Lane Avatar
April 4, 2026 at 10:35 AM
I've always thought of dying stars as I do leaves in Autumn. Both tumbling to their death. I witnessed a few stars in their last flight when I lived in Colorado, and it's something I'll never forget. Ink asked for entries that are emotive, sincere and beautiful. I tried to convey my thoughts over their demise as emotionally and sincerely as I could. David, thank you for seeing my verses as something beautifully descriptive.
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