Stardust Seekers

Our duty as poets, singers, painters, creators...

Shhh...

we can't speak

more than silence

so listen to my secret

whispered words;

on the secluded peak

of this far-away island

we'll sojourn at the frequent

sanctuary of sinners

perched like silent birds...

sparrows, seeking stars

at that peak between

stardust and shanty-towns

like the homes below us

shutters shut tight as shackles

scared to see the sea

afraid of its sights and sounds...

is it scorn

or simply the scars

left upon our skin

by shrapnel left behind

from when we failed to sail away?

Is it the sun that siphons

scorching the scornful sickness within

like sanguine-lust in our minds

sleeping til night,

seldom seen by day...?

we sit here

on our peak above the world

serene sentinels, staring out

as the city of shacks below us

twirls, unfurls,

curled up as sickly sailors

afraid to leave their ports;

our salience exists

not as dreamers

but as seekers

because in that sad collection of shanties

none can see the stars

it is our duty

to reach out every night

with simple, outstretched hands

grasping for shooting stars

so that someday we may

serenade the world

with stardust and song

and strike free the shackles

they've come to think belong

ever on their feet

to show them

this solar system

they seldom seem to see;

to hold them

as they listen

to the calling of the sea

and tremble, shaking

shocked by the scene

and the truth

that they allowed

their ships to sink

to sunken cities beneath...

and watch with sacrilegious

tears in our eyes

as the people rush to the waters

and swim to save what they lost...

Author's Note

Yep...this is pretty much my poem "W", but with the letter "S" lol I wanted to use the letter S, and as many words with it's sound as possible, without thinking or looking anything up. Just typing. I was inspired to do it after I read the word "salience" which is such a lovely word. Anyways, tell me what you think ^-^ xDD

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Wow, having read this piece I feel understood, like someone knows what I go through as the plight of a writer...we are a misunderstood lot, I have no doubt about that, not just the writers but artists in any media. You've expressed the artist's plight so eloquently and thoughtfully here that I was truly touched. A fine piece Machina, one of my favourites for sure :)

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, K. I was hoping you would enjoy this piece.

[New Theory]

You were definitely meant to be a poett, good you chose to write poetry for us here in writerscafe. Simply beautiful and a delicate part of art.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, NT! I appreciate it. Both for reading the poem, and for the great compliment.

[A. Amos]

Your world of creative writing takes your readers to different part of the world, that is form of magic and your spell:) simply amazing

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, Amos. That's a gushing compliment, and I'm simply happy that you were able to enjoy the poem. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.