She looked at her walls, let out a sigh
Rectangles of paper, garnished with dust
The blazers from school, kites in the sky
Points for the book she thought, write she must
Scraps of paper, that’s what’s left
Caught and stilled, from yester years
Reminder of what you can’t have any more
Coloured paper and long-dried tears
She stood at her window, t’was a clear night,
Stars emboldened, for the moon was shy
The studded firmament, quite a sight
She smiled and let out another sigh
The twinkling specks had whispered to her
They were flashes from light years away
Caught and stilled a million years ago
And yet, over cheer they held their sway
She wiped the dust off her own stars
Times change, and people depart
There’s no going back to them
But the old pictures warmed her heart
2 comments:
There is a nice Seth-esque feel to this, especially the last stanza.
Stand-out line -
"Points for the book she thought, write she must"
If this is your first try at poetry, it is quite good.
oh piper, my saviour :)
'Seth-esque', quite a compliment..
:) its actually a re-composition of an old poem i had written a few years ago. that one was less profound. (not that i would say this one is very). that dint have the stars analogy. this one turned out much nicer.;)
The oldie as u see stayed away from commenting.
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