The second stanza grabbed my heart.. whispering to the stars.. because the stars and God converse .. I find that image so relatable and sincere. I will think of it for sure when I next talk with the stars. Thank you✨
Brian, I feel this poem like weight in the chest. Your words give shape to that sleepless, soul-searching yearning that haunts us all on darker nights. Yet it gestures towards something in the last lines--something lonely and lovely--something beautifully alive.
It does. But maybe it's a weight that makes one stronger for carrying it....or like the weight of a sleeping child in your arms...a weight that might be carried with care and self-compassion.
this death visible only
when a star casts off
its history of light.
Wow. Perfection.
Thanks!
Brian!!
You landed those gorgeous ideas into the commons where we mortals can grasp a sense of the invisible world.
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High praise, thank you!
You have written volumes in a few lines of words.
It brings me to tears, the possibilities of wisdom that could be enjoyed by just one line.
thank you so much for this feeling.
Thank you, means a lot that you shared this!
The second stanza grabbed my heart.. whispering to the stars.. because the stars and God converse .. I find that image so relatable and sincere. I will think of it for sure when I next talk with the stars. Thank you✨
Excellent! I liked that one too. Not that cosmic thinking when one looks up is my idea, but I like how that stanza came together. 🙂
It is elegant
That's a dang interesting poem and it's got that thing where, like a good song, you are a little sad when it's over. Good job.
Thank you sir!
“ I know of dust but it is
appearance I have faith in,
the squeak of a swing”
Brian, I feel this poem like weight in the chest. Your words give shape to that sleepless, soul-searching yearning that haunts us all on darker nights. Yet it gestures towards something in the last lines--something lonely and lovely--something beautifully alive.
Thanks Ann. Sometimes searching feels like a weight, doesn’t it?
It does. But maybe it's a weight that makes one stronger for carrying it....or like the weight of a sleeping child in your arms...a weight that might be carried with care and self-compassion.
Beautifully put.
Beautiful
when a star casts off
its history of light.
This is a stunning line and conveying of ideas, Brian. Wonderful poem.
Thank you ☺️
"I know of dust,
layers of skin cast off
and suspended around me,
this death visible only
when a star casts off
its history of light."
This stanza is where the poem turns into more than a poem.
It’s a good turning point. Thanks for reading and commenting!
The whole poem is lovely, but this stanza really struck me:
"I know of dust,
layers of skin cast off
and suspended around me,
this death visible only
when a star casts off
its history of light."
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A really nice deep exploration. It has left me thinking, a lot!
Excellent!
I really love the way this builds - the notions of what is found, what that means, where we find faith - really beautifully, quietly written.
Thank you Sarah. It’s definitely a quiet piece. I appreciate you reading!
Thanks Margaret!