Do not let
Them douse
Your heart full
Of stars with
Their handful
Of dust.
Do not let
Them douse
Your heart full
Of stars with
Their handful
Of dust.
@Aphelion I like your short-form poems.
Spare words
sharpness cuts through
feeling
and pain
Like
Orion’s sword
coldly cuts through
moonlight
and space
[ps: The first stanza here was meant to be a direct response to your poem. I didn’t muster a closing stanza that I’m proud of, but I looked up at Orion in the night sky, and that’s what Orion offered for tonight. I may revisit and rework this poem some day.]