Picture: Los Alamos National Laboratory
As dark nights prevail and stars
make you ordinary, you will yearn
whilst you struggle outside of me,
caught up in heaving times
pressed close to chest.
I am made up of hundreds
and you knew who I was –
till I married him –
worship me still
amid cold comforts lost –
pray, come back inside,
leave naivety at the door
lest you succumb, but beckon it not.
Once candle light dies
Stars are framed by windowpane
Smoke slithers outside
Day 191/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog.
Raindrops on still lake
Moon’s diamante reflections
Dance like twinkling stars
Day 179/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog
Waiting under silver silhouettes
I see a bountiful night sky’s
Embrace of the longest day,
Orion peaks goodnight,
The Winter Circle
Loops orange as
Nonet is a verse with syllable count decreasing from 9 – 1.
Slither of crescent moon smile
Night sky in winter
Day 102/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog
for d’Verse Haiburn Monday – Stars. Other entries here.
Once inside the auburn hush of the park, we stood like lonely aliens. I wafted his gaze from the clay cold park bench to the blue black chiffon and diamante sky. I took a deep breath and I asked him if he would craft for me a heaven above his steel blue, warming smile then drape each shoulder with it; perhaps even wrap me up firmly with the bow of his strong and loving arms, and later would he sing for me a Valentine and strum my heart using the notes from the ebony sky as we lay together enmeshed in whispered secrets woven into tall grass where the chorus of his serenade would dissipate to meet the sparkling angels glowing in the night? He turned to me with a twinkle in his eyes and said, “No, but I can juggle. And actually, a star is a luminous sphere of plasma held by its own gravity…now breathe.”
Explosion of stars
Artificial light withdraws