I can’t see the stars
For too long.
They hurt my eyes with longing
For the unseen.
I can’t see the people
For too long.
They hurt my eyes with longing
For what could have been.
Long years built walls and ceilings
Dressed-up plaster neighbors
Who do not hurt or rob me
Arcana to surround me
Where blue skies cannot spurn.
But somewhere in the concrete
My hardened heart lies buried.
No tender arms will hold me
No twilight rays enfold me
In twinkling eyes of love
And I can’t see the stars.
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Great poem about the choices we make
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Thanks, Neil.
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Without seeing the stars we forget our tiny place in the universe. Nice one.
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Yes, it’s easy to shut yourself off. Much appreciated, Iain.
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Dear Dora,
The yearning in this poem is tangible. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I was aiming for that. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Aleichem shalom,
Dora
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We take the simple things for granted until they are denied us.
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Yes, we do. Discontentment leads us to awful ends.
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So poignant. A telling tale about where extreme measures take us.
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Thank you, Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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fernando pessoa reflects the same sentiments. it’s called saudade. well done.
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An immense compliment even given the little I know about this great Portuguese writer. Hope I can find his particular form of saudade in translation. You’ve made me curious 🙂
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you, J.A.
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That was heartbreakingly sad, Dora. Beautifully written!
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Thank you, Joy.
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A lovely poem, very sad for the person described.
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Self-imposed isolation is sad. Thanks for commenting, Ali.
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Lovely.
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Awww. Thanks, Corrie. 🙂
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This should be set to music. It’s a song, really, especially with the repetition in your last line. Lovely.
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Do you think Bob Dylan would sing it? I love his “Broken Dreams” and “Gotta Serve Somebody.”
Thank you so much, Penny, for your sweet comment. 🙂
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Very nice poem. Enjoyed it.
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Thank you, Bill.
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A beautiful, yet heartbreaking poem, Dora.
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Thank you, Dale.
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The star are so special, it was lovely to read this poem
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful, if a bit bleak, poetry. However–that dog is just adorable 🙂
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Lyric poetry lets you get into persona, and sometimes distressingly so, because we’ve all had moments of loss or yearning. As for our puppy dog, she’s the cheer in the bleak for sure! Thanks for reading, Linda 🙂 I enjoyed your comparative look in your last post at Judas and the woman with the expensive ointment, btw.
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Thank you! I appreciate your reading my blogs.
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Haunting and poetic. I loved the flow and feel of this story. You have a true gift 😊
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You’re very kind, Sue. I’m so glad you liked it. Thank you 🙂
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Lovely and poignant poem, Dora. I enjoyed it’s seamless flow.
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Oh so grateful for your kind comment, Adele. Thanks.
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City dwellers lose something… to not see the stars makes you forget I think.
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I think you’re right in many ways, Björn. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Wow! Lovely work with this one. A lot of sadness.
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Thank you, Laurie. It was the sadness of being closed off — to the natural world, to fellow human beings — that I was aiming to capture.
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You did it very well!
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thanks again, Laurie 🙂
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