Written for: The Twiglets #240
"the stars burn"
wildfires high enough
to make the stars burn
Once I had
stars in my eyes–
you burnt them out
stars in her eyes
she witnesses sparkling silver
burn and fall
A young man with stars in his eyes
thought he knew where his future lie
I'll love you forever
said his girl, so clever
but she continued to see other guys
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Stars have such a fascination about them – the different stories of constellations and even individuals. Just like people who twinkle in and out of our lives.
Sometimes it is fun to just be taken in my the mystery and leave the science go. *sigh*
I love your description of people who twinkle
in and out of our lives. Thanks, Jules.
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