The Milky Way
I’m so pleased this poem of mine was published today. When growing up I could see The Milky Way almost every night. Did you know there are some people in the world that have never seen it due to light pollution?
No Moon
Starlight at midnight,
blue black velvet
pin-pricked sky.
I can see the Milky Way
for the first time in years.
Stars flash diamond strung
bracelets. Shifting shallow
clusters of other galaxies
dance around far off nebulae.
I want to reach up and sweep
my fingers through it all!
Poem published in the Weekly Avocet #301
September 9, 2018
Charming. You captured that childhood playfulness and stardreaming quality.
Thanks Seretta, Coming from you that really means a lot to me.
What a lovely reflection of our sky at night. You definitely capture that nostalgia for the starscape that used the be so much easier to see!
Emily, I know. It’s sad isn’t it.
Beautiful Jill….you brought me right there.
I couldn’t help but remember lying on the front yard
as kids looking up at the stars with wonderment. That was, of course,
back when we lived in what they called “the country.” ⭐️✨💫
Thanks for sharing and for helping me make a joyful withdrawal
from my memory bank.
Lynn, I’m so glad it brought back good memories for you.
Thanks for sharing your starlight with us, Jill
Judy, You are always so sweet!
Lovely poem! Made me remember camping where I could see the stars in the dark, clear sky.
Leslie, Do you remember seeing more stars when we were growing up in Point Loma?
What I remember most about the Milky Way was my father’s reaction to it. He loved to share the beauty of the night sky with his two little princesses.
I love your poem. Fortunately I live where the night sky is still crystal clear. (Except the nights when the coastal fog obscures it.) So much of my art is depicted under the canopy of the night. Reading your poem reminds me to step outside tonight and take a peak. Thank you!
Marilyn, Thanks for your comment. How blessed you are to live where you can still see the night sky!