your skin to my skin
as if closeness is safer
fingertip tracking your buzz
afraid of the shock
even as i ache for it
your sweet blade, your smiling eyes
such ordinary
ambitions - for cold gold's gleam
and fire rolling free
embellishing night's edges -
tattered scales glinting
beneath moss centuries deep
as if your slow dreams
seeped through lazy armour
to cosset you deep,
deeper into forgetting
absent, avoiding
the way the world failed to match
your terrible majesty
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is headed 'round the bend
no knowing when
we'll see its like again
for a short time
it lit up the night
so wave to it goodbye
as it heads around the limb
of the Sun
But, it seems, there is a specific mythology concerning Altair and Vega, here. Cygnus, of which Deneb is part, also links to that myth. I do not know if you were aware of that, but I suspect it is appropriate to the ideas you are seeking to convey.
I revived my old Wordpress blog. Still have a bunch of things to fix, like missing images. But there it is. All of the poetry and a few other things I have written since 2009. Including some early digital art. I figured what the hell. It is a shame to just leave all that on my hard drive. It ain't nothing fancy. But it is meaningful to me. Maybe you will enjoy some of it too.
Peace Out #wordbress#blogs#poetry#writing
A burst of color in bespeckled night,<br></br>you came into my life like foxfire’s glow:<br></br>and I was left agape beneath your light,<br></br>a dancing phosphorescence on the snow.<br></br><br></br>I tried awhile to catch you in my grip,<br></br>like clay that reaches upward to the sun;<br></br>and earthbound I, like sunlit dirt, would slip<br></br>and end our rendezvous ere it begun.<br></br><br></br>Aurora, how I long to watch you dance!<br></br>Once in my lifetime I had eyes to see<br></br>your form across the starlit night by chance;<br></br>to some you’re commonplace, but not to me.<br></br><br></br>Aurora, you who animates the sky,<br></br>I’ll never hold you, but I’ll always try.<br></br>
Warm and peaceful
An alabaster light
Softness and ease
Dandelion clocks
Stopped at one
And the world
Takes a breath.
I tasted the leaf
Of a milkmaid flower
And it was sweet and spicy
Honeyed air
All around me
This stillness is
Loaded with life
It's generous and giving
Singing with brightness
And skylarks rejoicing. #poetry
If you look close enough at life,<br></br>observe with care the galaxy<br></br>and navel-gaze for long enough,<br></br>you will in time be made to see<br></br>we cannot by mere science find<br></br>an answer to the question why;<br></br>our lamp-oil may be well refined,<br></br>but we will still in darkness die.<br></br><br></br>We live atop a heavy tower<br></br>that teeters on its burdened base:<br></br>we drink a fresh-poured pint of power<br></br>and revel in our heightened place.<br></br>By intellect we’ve donned the crown,<br></br>from Babel’s peak we now aspire;<br></br>yet we’ve neglected to look down<br></br>and see the fundaments on fire.<br></br><br></br>Our morals have not matched our means:<br></br>for in this world that we’ve designed,<br></br>self-interest coldly contravenes<br></br>our common cause, and leaves us blind.<br></br>We’ve found a thousand ways to kill<br></br>but lost the ways to live, to feel –<br></br>we have engineered a modern marvel<br></br>and fallen asleep at the wheel.<br></br>
cant you see, who is me, i gave you an open door, can i be who you need, do i need to be more, can i go where you go, should i hide until im more should i try should i fight, should i cry like before T.F. Burke poetry #poetry
ive been through enough, how much stronger do i need to be, things got tough, but i kept my empathy, ive given enough, how much more can you need, through it all, i still remain to be me T.F. Burke poetry