The Stars Sing to Me, a Poem

The Stars Sing to Me

Euclid, embrace me, warmly, Brother...

all our paths so cleanly posed...

even the shipwrecked might know

where they stand in this world...

by simply looking up; we never look up.

I, like the Polynesians,

know exactly where I am....

I am adrift on the sea

of human greed.

But, God sees all,

and I know it.

Remove not the corner stone

of the widow.

Why do lines mark us,

and not stars?


I've been told, by the great hub,

that I do not have enough content

to publish my writings;

odd. I sit here, covered in

tears and snot, water flowing

back to the sea of my beginning...

do you think these lines

might have fattened the purse?

sung a prettier song?

danced a prettier dance?

You will tell me when I am done?

I was done with you,

but words could not

keep their cage,

and broke out of me,

even tho I desired them not to!

I am not your underling-

We are all underlings to

the stars

and the words they speak.




4 comments

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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Thank you for this reflection. (by the way, more of my non-rhyming stuff is on HP)


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James-wolve 3 years ago from Morocco

You are very talented.Just keep writing. Voted up


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Hyphenbird 3 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Just last night I thought I must email you and see how you are. This morning, here you are. Please send me an email and update me. Love, Hy.


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Hy, I go, day by day, in grace. That's about all I got, much love to all of you! lily

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