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Sunday, July 26, 2009

A Starlit Poem

Trying to keep up the frantic poetic pace... this piece began its life as an odd bit of observation embeded in one of my Twitter posts. Sometimes an interesting phrase will burrow its way into my mind and compel me to expand upon the theme.

Mothering Starlight
By Francis Scudellari

The endless starlight streams
down from ever's sprawling heaven
unseen

but feeling our atoms
flutter, a son's fond eagerness
recharged

bouncing, stretching, burning
to touch mothering particles
fallen

connections to distance,
memories of our own birthing
untimed
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