Decomposition

[CdnReader]

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Decomposition

I gather up the leftovers
from the condensed rains of April,
sweep up what's left of summer's
cobwebs and the dusty decay of autumn,
and brush it all off the
back porch in great clouds
of cinders and soot.

Setting the broom aside,
I take a step out into the
chill wintry air, and lift my face
to the night sky, hoping to see
there the missing pieces of
my incomplete life.

A meteor shower leaves
vanishing trails of starlight,
ephemeral and distant,
over almost before it starts.

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[PrinceMyshkin]

Oh God, what a bleak ending! What a scary ending - to such a magnificent poem, such a tight wonderfully economical poem!

[CdnReader]

Oh thank you, Jerry. I honestly didn't write this as a bleak ending though. Anything to do with the stars is always a hopeful ending for me. ;)

[Virgil]

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Decomposition

I gather up the leftovers
from the condensed rains of April,
sweep up what's left of summer's
cobwebs and the dusty decay of autumn,
and brush it all off the
back porch in great clouds
of cinders and soot.

Setting the broom aside,
I take a step out into the
chill wintry air, and lift my face
to the night sky, hoping to see
there the missing pieces of
my incomplete life.

A meteor shower leaves
vanishing trails of starlight,
ephemeral and distant,
over almost before it starts.

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cdn/25dec07
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That is an excellent poem Cdn. Each stanza seems to add and expand it's meaning. Perhaps each word. Very nice.

[motherhubbard]

I loved this Cdn and I see hope in the stars as well. Those are wishing stars.

[CdnReader]

Wow! Thanks, Virgil. :)

[CdnReader]

Thanks, Mother Hubbard. We think alike.... :)

[PrinceMyshkin]

I loved this Cdn and I see hope in the stars as well. Those are wishing stars.


The stars that send their light
from ancient graves
suggest that we too
may light the way
for those who come long after us.

[motherhubbard]

Mason gave me a dandelion a couple of months ago. He stuck his chest out when he proclaimed that there was a wish hiding inside of the flower and that when the flower turned white that wish would be just for me.

[firefangled]

This is one of those poems that is like an ancient mosaic that the years or ravages of nature could not separate its parts.

The last short stanza so perfectly written, as if by the passing stars themselves.

[AuntShecky]

Cdn Reader's piece beginning this thread was both mystical and universal (by the latter I mean that it can resonate w. the reader; at least it certainly did with this reader!)

And who wrote this, the Prince?

The stars that send their light
from ancient graves
suggest that we too
may light the way
for those who come long after us.


Five very profound lines which have a true scientific base (eg. the closing line)

[CdnReader]

The stars that send their light
from ancient graves
suggest that we too
may light the way
for those who come long after us.

I really love this, PM. Thanks. :)

[CdnReader]

Mason gave me a dandelion a couple of months ago. He stuck his chest out when he proclaimed that there was a wish hiding inside of the flower and that when the flower turned white that wish would be just for me.

Out of the mouths of babes. :) Thanks for sharing this, Mother.

[CdnReader]

Thanks very much for your comments, Firefangled and AuntShecky. Much appreciated. :)