Lady Love fell atop the blanketed blackness
Embracing all Lovers who were to be left heartbroken, in hopeless despair, with trampled dreams
Her jagged nails grasped achingly into the night, parting holes throughout the ebony sky
Peering down onto Earth with questions of why rummaging in her head
She wept an eternity as the first rain quenched the barren ground far below
And with every single tear drop, one crystallized star molded in each desolate opening
Throughout history, to some the stars are a delight, a wish I may – I wish I might, a guide in the night
But these twinkling ornaments are clearly from her above
Whence in eons, fueled by smoldering embers of loves nevermore, many stars simply die
Shattering exploded pieces of broken hearts across the sky
And so when I per chance see their stellar remains, I’m reminded that Lady Love weeps for those like me.
By ©-Jeane Michelle Culp
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2 Comments Keep The Ink Flowing!:
bohzo (hello)
I enjoyed reading your poem. I will come back to read often.
David M.
Lady Love should be dehydrated by now! I felt this one -- love it!
I was thinking about you, saw your link, and ran into this. Now I know why I was thinking of you! :)
Pssst... started a new little blog with a little writing Carnival. So, of course, I was thinking of you. Going back to look for my Poetress comments to find a contact method.
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