Amid Midnight & Morning (A Villanelle: 2/30)

The prompt for day two over at NaPoWriMo was to take a gaze upward and write a poem about the stars. I was feeling a little ambitious today so I thought I'd write today's poem as a Villanelle...


Between the blackness thoughts tend to roam, Twilight illuminating the absence in my soul;  
Points of light becoming beacons to home.

Open windows at dusk kiss atmospheric rays,  
The night, a lover whose mysteries cajole;  
Between the blackness thoughts tend to roam.

Stars, pulsating jewels setting the mind ablaze,  
The sky breathing like shimmering coal;  
Points of light becoming beacons to home.

The past, present and future a converging maze,  
Appearing like a riddle with a hidden goal,
Between the blackness thoughts tend to roam.

Onyx moonbeams putting imagination in a daze, Slivers of darkness wrestling for total control,  
Points of light becoming beacons to home.

Ancient eyesight rekindled by an upward gaze,  
Secret constellations starting to unfold, 
Between the blackness thoughts tend to roam,
Points of light becoming beacons to home.



© 2015 abruvanamedsly



Stargazing

2 comments:

  1. "Ancient eyesight rekindled by an upward gaze"

    So I don't know if you meant it this way...but this jogs me to the idea that...our ancestors looked at the same skies as ours and those same stars are redefined every time we look at them because we allow ourselves to be grounded in the idea that though history is stagnant it is also dynamic.

    Love your ink. Living my own interpretation...and the best art allows us to find ourselves in it. Thank you.

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