Well, the title says it all. Take a look.
ladle in the sky
pours out stars
I open my hands to catch
the one meant for me
watches the planet
meeting the green glowing gaze
of the world below
The sky. And what it is doing.
Without a warning
Without an explanation
Cloudburst targets you
Stars hang in the grid
set there by long-ago hands
netting up the sky
I was looking through Jane’s challenge at Jane Dougherty Writes and I got pulled in. I don’t usually like challenges, but this one…well, I could not help myself.
Jane said: “a single stanza of five lines of ten syllables each. The five end of line words all rhyme, so I strongly suggest you pick a selection of rhyming words before you start.”
Good advice. So I looked at the image she provided as a prompt, and the word that came to mind was “tapestry”. Sigh. But I did find rhymes for it, and so this is what emerged.
It was fun, Jane. Thanks.
Spread Across the Night Sky
The moon rises. An endless tapestry
spreads out, worked in dark tones. The circuitry
of white-hot stars crafts a geometry
woven out of dreams. Witness pageantry
in the mysteries of asymmetry.
Moon looking down over a peaceful world. Postcard, 2012.
I am honored to say that one of my recent haikus has been illustrated by Marcy Erb at
Illustrated Poetry. I love her blog for the poetry she finds and reveals to the reader, the thoughtful commentaries, and her artwork that so enhances the words. I’ve enjoyed and learned a lot from this site and so I want to say thank you! in a big way.
Take a look!
Stretch out my fingers
Scratch the stars out of the sky
Store them in a jar.
Hands bent into claws
rake the stars from the night sky
but cannot hold them.
The feeble stars hang
in the light-polluted sky
lucky no longer
As luck would have it
the stars have lost their power
to sodium lights
Change your own fortune
scrape your hand across the sky
rearrange the stars
Scrub away the stars
Dismiss the fortuneteller
Your revenge on fate?
The stars deceived you.
Worse, they stuck you with the bill.
But still you trust them.
“Prophecy Amended, Please” on its page in my collage poem book.
I like to read my horoscope. I always hope the stars have something good to say to me. And if they don’t, well, I just turn the page and think about something else. And then again, sometimes things do seem to send notice of their arrival before they actually get here…
Prophecy Amended, Please
nothing to see
in the silent evening
where stars walk in their sleep.
glancing back anxiously in hope
At long last,
We haven’t been lying.
New details have come to light.