Play this while reading.
I’m trying to find a single word that
can explain the marvels that is starlight and stardust, and blue wisps and flowy ink, and
wings and shadows. These photographs
exist in infinity and fade in the sunlight, like dust particles from an angle between the hours of eight
and nine am. I thought the sun was
a star
too—Aurora
should care about her billion-years
younger flashlights that
hang in suspense over trillions of inches
of darkness. The empty expanse. Black inky spiders build webs
between the bright light
bulbs—but
no one will ever see them. The stardust that
trickles through the shadows drip
globules of blue ink on the heads of purple infinity, much like drops of dark red
blood on faded marble. But marble doesn’t fade and
neither does the blue wisp that leads a lost traveler rapidly
towards an old fate. A single word to
find...and I can’t even locate three hundred.
Noor, really lovely poem. I loved the image of the "faded marbles. But marbles doesn't stain". This brings about this idea that everything fades or ends, but some things don't. Also, great use of media in your poem. I can see why you chose the song to complement this poem because of how he speaks of the sun, the biggest star. I also never heard this song so thank you for introducing me to it. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteNoor, A beautiful poem, beautifully presented. Your use of imagery, as you heard in workshop, has the desired effect: it makes these thoughts visible to your readership, and gets them involved in imagining with you. The use of the audio under the poem, again as discussed, is inspired!
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