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Twinkling Enigma

Twinkling Enigma
by Laura Summerville Reed
I'd sooner believe the stars don't burn
than believe I don't
but they'll take the fall and not complain
that's more than I can say for me
I burn – a twinkling enigma
Just bent light on a sandy horizon
Interference in the atmosphere
makes us all look so pretty in the moonlight
Wrap them tight in shiny cellophane
but they’ll escape
Be careful not to light so many lampposts
that you can’t see the stars
to guide yourself by
LSR 2010©
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- Revolting Heart
Ill take two of those and sleep for now But I know it'll still hurt when I wake The day O the day It's bright out The sun it burn's thy pale skin That moon it glows gently on it I miss it I miss missing...
Comments
No generic compliment here.
The flow and beauty in this piece
Is gut punching!
And I happen to like the pain.
...I just needed an excuse to come back and see your smile!
And always a treat - a pleasure - to bathe in the luxury of your beautiful words ...... like a day at the poetry spa ..... so heavenly my dear!!!!!!!!!!!!
"bent light on a sandy horizon".life is but a series of dreams,and we are but a twinkle in the mind of the greatest dreamer of all.
I agree with one of the comments about this line:
Be careful not to light so many lampposts
that you can’t see the stars
to guide yourself by
~brilliant
Rocking the muse, like you like the abuse there lalesu. As always loving your work, cause you work it like loving. Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d
Your a shining star on anyone's horizon
I burn – a twinkling enigma
Just bent light on a sandy horizon Love these lines.
....with all due respects to Gary Wright you are my 'dream weaver' ..... and another unique example of why words are your 'happy children' - they seem to delight at the opportunity of being in your exalted company!
"An enigma is a type of riddle generally expressed in metaphorical or allegorical language that requires ingenuity and careful thinking for its solution."
You are a delightful riddle Laura Summerville Reed--Thank you for the new clues. =:)
I am afraid you are correct!
There goes ol' CC...out there butterin' up! LOL! WB
I have tasted honey, I have had good butter, I love peaches and cream. I have learned what is good. This is good. xox Charlie
Had to come back and read it one more time and I like your new pic. You look absolutely gorgeous.
Laura...you are a lighthouse beam shining through a prism...fingers of light, twisting colors, reflecting glow that illuminates the room and brings an ambience of warmth and laughter. A little girl from the country in the big old world like one shining star against the backdrop of all the universe yet bright and shiny catching one's eye the moment they look up and see that bright smile and making all the other light sources in the broad sky take a backseat. That's what that poem causes me to say. WB
enthralled I am by your poetic flights of fancy and whimsy ....yet these are words of great power because they move me to say that "you are in a league of your own"
Oh,my - Laura - how lovely and getting right to the heart of it. I just was writing a reply to a comment on my "Rain Dance" most recent Hub, and referred to the night sky at the ranch where there is no light pollution. It is incredible. Perhaps you've witnessed such a sky-full of stars and galaxies yourself. In any case, you have witnessed the other extreme. . . and you've given the reason why we do that. Just wonderful poetry!
Be careful not to light so many lampposts
that you can’t see the stars
to guide yourself by
What a deep truth. In our efforts to make it through life we often lose sight of its beauty.
No manner of interference could dim your light. Beautiful...
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