This week's Poetry Bus has the divine Weaver as its driver, snow tires and all. Our task is to write something about STARS. Well, it's Finals Week at the univ., and I have 20 more final essays to grade. Then, it's posting the grades and on to putting up the Christmas Tree. Earlier this year, I posted the little poem below on my One Line Poem of the Day note on Facebook, and I thought it would fit with Weaver's request. Okay, now I'm off to make some students' Christmases a pleasant one. Others, I'm providing with that proverbial academic 'wake up call.'
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Winter Sky
Brisk night air,
unfettered firmament:
the stars whisper
ancient secrets
in this evening sky,
touching a distant dawn.
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2010
A small poem, a mighty subject. Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Jeanne! In the days of my youth, I spent many a winter's night sitting bundled against the frost, gazing up at the stars, searching, waiting, dreaming. You have captured in a perfect sentence that experience. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThats a lovely poem Jeanne,less can be so much more(Haiku excepted!) and I like the photo and the purple and the whole shaboodle!
ReplyDeletePatteran: Thank you, kindly!
ReplyDeleteC. L.: Thanks! Keep looking up into those winter skies.
TFE: Thank you, Peadar. I love the clarity and serenity in that photo.
Beautiful and simple, Jeanne. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot - it reminds me of the kind of thing I usually write :)
ReplyDeleteBeckoning- scenes like this definitely draw us in,
ReplyDeleteThanks.
breathe taking imagery.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed it. Small is more powerful based on the subject matter
ReplyDeleteDid you have the picture and write a poem about it? The one mirrors the other very well.
ReplyDeleteKaren: Thank you.
ReplyDeleteDana: Thanks... 'great minds'.....
Izzy: Thank you! You know, I chose the name Isabel as a pseudonym for the Stinging Fly, and some contributors used to call me 'Izzy.' Now, I use my real name there. Well, once in a while I'll still post under Isabel.
Jingle-belle: Thanks! Wow, you have the perfect name for the season!
Socks: Thanks... If I ever used a number associated with socks, it would have to be an odd number... always losing one sock... somewhere!
Peter: Thank you! I write the poem and then try to match the photo to it. When I saw this one, I just fell in love with the view. It fit perfectly!
The stars do whisper ancient secrets, don't they? You caught that beautifully. Happy Christmas to you.
ReplyDeleteI like this tremendously - and it goes perfectly with that cold photograph, which somehow gives the feeling of timelessness.
ReplyDeleteChris: Yes, Indeed! Thank you and Merry Christmas to you!
ReplyDeleteW.O.G.: Thank you! Hope you're feeling better. I agree; it's a wonderfully mesmerizing photo. Merry Christmas!