I
Wonder
At patterns
In Stars Above
Asterisms that range
From straight line to horsehead
Traingles, quadrangles, seven sages
Inspiring stories, lores, beliefs
A tracing tool for seekers, searchers
In dark I align with them, light, am lost
You enter my starry expanse—
every thought I try to hush brightens.
I tame my pulsations with restraint,
afraid my asterisms
will say too much.
You shift along
til you entrain my world—
subsumed
but never near.
Starlit Memories
“…recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind like breezes blown…”
Samuel Coleridge
Midnight reveries tickle my memories
When I see bright asterisms ascend
Through rivers of stars summers past I see
Constellations retell their starry legends,
Storied tales of fantasy in starlight,
I search the sky for my celestial friends
Lying in grassy fields on warm summer nights
Spellbound eyes saw the sparkling stars at play
My imagination soared with the eagle’s flight
Upon the evening star a wish I prayed,
A plea for peace on fiery comet tails,
Dreams star dusted in the Milky Way
In childhood innocence, wonder prevailed
On astral magic winds like hidden grails
10-11-22
Contest: Writing Challenge – “T” Past Memories
Sponsor: Constance La France
“T” form chosen – Terza Rima
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Aquila, or the Eagle, is a constellation seen in the summer sky.
Asterisms flicker
one sleek obsidian night;
solstice slips away
Snowdrop shoots nosing
petals into bitter winds;
first whispers of spring
Sparkling laughter runs
among the pebbles and reeds;
melt-water music
Bright blue, wet green days
wash away winters lather;
vernal equinox.
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Fragile, pristine alabaster
stars adrift on wicked laughter.
Tumbling, twirling falling faster
asterisms cool and white.
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
What becomes of fruits hereafter
buds bow down to frozen masters?
Timid petals face disaster,
tumbling dead from Winter blight
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Bitter cold still claims the pastures,
just how long can Jack Frost factor?
What can thrive 'neath icy plasters,
viscous tombs, cocooned delight?
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Stars adrift on floating laughter
dance amidst November nights.
Fragile, pristine alabaster
stars adrift on floating laughter.
Tumbling, twirling falling faster
asterisms cool and white.
Stars adrift on floating laughter
dance amidst November nights.