I thoroughly enjoyed the magic of exploring the stars in this piece.
I once left my body,
Off into the night,
Not into a dream,
Nor into my mind,
But careening into the sky,
Imitating a cosmonaut,
I found myself in an ethereal state,
Riding the coat tails of a comet,
Like a wandering gentleman,
Swept right up,
On a cruise through the cosmos,
Surfing through the silver,
I saw stars die in colour,
And be born from the void,
Attempted slow dances with meteors,
Finger painted with nebulae,
Excursions upon the edges of black holes,
A stellar vacation,
Despite the Earths assertions,
Of sheer importance,
Declarations of eminence,
I could barely glimpse it in the black,
It became an afterthought,
Just another speck.
Görmek ve derinlik. Çok güzel. ✌️
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Thank you so very much.
çok teşekkür ederim
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Awesome 👏
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I thought it was worthy of a share! 💕
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Beautifully written 😊
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I agree. He writes some pretty amazing stuff.
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“Careening…surfing”…wonderful images to transport us all upwards on this marvellous poetic journey with you! A lovely enigmatic and beautiful poem 👏👏👏
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Enjoyed this.
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I’m so pleased you did!
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“A stellar vacation”
Clever.
One of those pieces that can easily remind the reader not to assume a level of importance that transcends time lol we are all small when the universe is involved.
You put it elegantly though 💚 as always.
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Yeah, the OS Harlequin is a pretty amazing writer. I was really swept away by this piece.
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To the stars! And to the star at the core of this poem…bravo! :☆)
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