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I long for stars
hearing the whistle of far off trains brisk night breezes the opening of doors to familiar faces uncomplicated circumstances and nights of endless uninterrupted sleep and waking up feeling sated with dreams I can remember to live I long for stars and the thought of not worrying about what remains how I could take that whistling train to somewhere and not be afraid the comforting change of seasons the anticipation of what more might happen the adventure in near and distant places the uncomplicated circumstances of nights spent dancing and talking with my dearest friends living like I'm dreaming so much time still ahead an equal number of years behind and in front of me oh there's still more time to dream in the present is a gift open to me I long for stars how they deliver me directly to hope they help me focus and feel so not alone keep it all shrunk down to my own manageable humanity but now I'm getting older the stars I long for are dimmer farther away and much harder to see how they seem more paired to eternity and to those faces who were once familiar who've now become much dimmer they're distant constellations far away and gone from me but how I've longed for stars how I hoped to reach them how I wanted to be one of them how I long for stars LEGAL copyright for this poem/work on June 3, 2017 TIME/DATE STAMPED. directly written to the page and also by this writer/author/poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World POET'S NOTE: THIS POEM COMES DIRECTLY FROM MY LIFE EXPERIENCE. I WROTE IT AFTER COMING UP FOR AIR AFTER WHAT WAS A PRETTY HARROWING EXPERIENCE FOR ME...AND OUT OF A SENSE OF THE FACT THAT WE'RE ALL FRAGILE AND IMPERMANENT HERE...BUT REGARDLESS WE CAN CONTINUE TO HAVE HOPES AND DREAMS AS LONG AS WE ARE HERE. SECOND POET'S NOTE FEB/2021: LOOKING BACK AT THE WORDING OF THIS POEM, THE EMOTIONS I EXPRESSED WITHIN ITS LINES...I WONDER IF SOMEHOW, I MIGHT HAVE BEEN PRESCIENT...AS WITH A NOTHER POEM ENTITLED..."WHEN WE ENMASSE ARE DYING..." I WAS SPEAKING IN THE LATER POEM OF THE UNNECESSARY DIVIDES THAT EXIST BETWEEN PEOPLE, INCLUDING GENERATIONAL ONES...AND DISCUSSED WHAT IS WAS LIKE FOR ME TO BE A MEMBER OF THE BABY-BOOM GENERATION AND THE BENEFITS AND INSIGHTS I GAINED AS A RESULT OF BEING PART OF THAT GENERATION...AND HOW, SOMEHOW MY GENERATION HAS GOTTEN THE BLAME FROM GENERATIONS AFTERWARDS FOR THE PROBLEMS THAT ARE TODAY...BLAMING AND FINGER-POINTING NEVER GOT US ANYWHERE. I LOVE THIS WORLD AND DO MY BEST TO RESPECT ALL ITS CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL...I BELIEVE THAT ONE EVER SOMEONE OR SOME CREATURE OR TREE DIES...THAT IT CREATES A SERIES OF SMALL CATACLYSMS IN THE EARTHLY PLAIN...AS IF THE UNIVERSE IS CONTINUALLY ACKNOWLEDGING ITS GRATEFULNESS FOR THOSE WHO WERE PART OF ITS CREATION... ENDEAVOR TO BE KIND TO ONE ANOTHER...AND TO ACCEPT YOURSELF AS YOU COME WITH YOUR SPECIAL CHALLENGES AND FLAWS...THAT IS HOW THE WORLD WAS MADE... IMPERFECTLY...AND ITS THE SLIGHT AND SOMETIMES INTANGIBLE DIFFERENCES IN THE WORLD WHICH MAKE IT SO DIFFICULT TO LEAVE THIS EARTH...BE WELL. DECEMBER 25, 2020 ON THE EVE OF MY BIRTHDAY. Vote for this poem |
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