Sunday, July 24, 2022

Poem: Looking Up

 

Looking Up


night parades

its bouquet of lush cosmos.

 

a silver pistil ladles ocean,

sickles a falling star.

 

my eyes humbled,

small as the merest trilobite. 

my heart the fossil of a rose.

 

these wild campfires of a scattered universe

always melt the stone.

 

Earth itself borne intimate,

partnered to sail

on heavenly flame.




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10/30   added "a" before "scattered universe" ... "falling star" replaces "slip of star"  ... 

7/25/22  "slip of star" replaces "streaking star"

7/24/22  multiple changes after poem goes up, within hours

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