
NASA, ESA, and C. Robert O’Dell (Vanderbilt University) used by permission under CC 4.0
Vows echo hollow in the night sky
my lyre cast into the heavens
paeon twisted lachrymose
music unraveled in star trail fragments
a leitmotif of grief
Was it the uplift of hope
or my fallen eagle of faith
that lost you, my beloved?
our reunion assured
until I could not look away
From my bright star,
my soul’s hearth
doomed to an eternity apart
colliding underworld horrors
in interstellar space
The ring upon your finger
now a beacon and an effigy
shattered nebula of my love’s promise
tainted by the poison of another
constellations of sorrow dismember me
Envelop my sight
cleave my joyous heart
rob my arms of succor
my feet of the path back to you
muses bury my bones
and silence our song
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I love to read and find all those words that I have to look up… 🙂 your imagery of a universe is apt for love that’s lost… When I think of space I mostly think about the cold void between the stars… great to see you here again Anna.
This kind of poetry is my cup of tea. I’m very familiar with all the words. I too, use words that are far out there and in their universe themselves.
Nevertheless, I love this poem very much. Hope to hear from you soon.
~Charlie Zero
Nice line: “constellations of sorrow dismember me”
So nice to have you at dVerse today. Beautiful writing….I especially was touched by this stanza:
“The ring upon your finger
now a beacon and an effigy
shattered nebula of my love’s promise
tainted by the poison of another
constellations of sorrow dismember me”
The use of the universe, the cosmos, the nova….so powerful in your writing.
Always a joy to bump into your metaphysical verses, and your quantum creativity. I like the line /my fallen eagle of faith/. Your “love” poem has boundless parameters, as does your imagination.
Bittersweet elegy to a star-bright once-was.
This is heartwrenchingly beautiful!
this is thick and rich
Sorrow made beautiful
Envelop my sight
cleave my joyous heart
rob my arms of succor
my feet of the path back to you
muses bury my bones
and silence our song
– Loved these lines.
To be doomed by the thing we expectantly await seems pregnant here as Webb catches the universe in its gaze – once writ as myths in the stars, now latencies even more immense, though the myths have turned away. To sing these heavens one has to leave much on a far shore.
Beautifully rendered and this, so profound….
“Was it the uplift of hope
or my fallen eagle of faith
that lost you, my beloved?