The stars don’t wince,
retracting light
from their dark surround.
Rise and bring what burns to the day;
against the emptiness deep and gnawing
light the fire of your soul.
The stars don’t wince,
retracting light
from their dark surround.
Rise and bring what burns to the day;
against the emptiness deep and gnawing
light the fire of your soul.
Consuming brilliance is one of the many stages of Stardom… and as that Brilliance brightens, the Black Hole beckons. Gold and Shadow, Shadow and Gold… and all the many Beauties of Shades between.
Thanks for your call to Passion, Brother.
This one is right on the mark! What a pithy, concise and brilliant piece……go, Don!
frame-worthy this one — thank you, Don
You had me at the title!!!
Great title and very compressed poem! You might not need the opening article, and that would create good parallelism:
Stars don’t wince…
Rise and bring…
Perfect use of the semicolon for pacing!
Reeallly nice piece, Don!
This is beautiful, brother. I love the phrase and image of “rise and bring what burns to the day.” Oh man, that stirs the heart!
Your poem cuts to the chase of innumerable tomes on “what is my purpose?” A little universe in six lines.
burning brightly in all directions, thanks Don!
Hot, true and succinct – thank you maestro.
“Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night.”
We need this one. Thanks, Don
Thanks Don, you help me remember the one and only brightly burning light.
The light, our presence, caresses the darkness .. healing, inspiring, expanding, increasing the souls desire! Thank you Don!! Awesome!
Yes!