alighted

last night's stars are now

dew drops in the morning sun

you can't fool me, no

Reviews

[p lawrence]

And to summon as much wonder as the night before. A wonderful thing, life's changing perspective. I like this very much. Nicely done.

[Ed Hart]

thank you for your kind words

[B.Burgeon]

So true! Brings the overwhelming abstract into personal perspective. I love this poem.

[Ed Hart]

oh for the love of good poetry...please send money

[roarke]

I can't think of something more scientifically accurate. In fact I prefer this "knowing". thanks Ed.

[Ed Hart]

i was hoping i could count on you, old buddy

[iand63]

Except when it's the Sunday morning after the Saturday night before, and you wake up in the grass thinking "never again"

[Ed Hart]

i haven't had one of those since i was fourteen...once was enough for that one...thanks again for stepping up to the plate

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Your sky touches my earth every time I come here...

[Ed Hart]

thank you for your lovely comment lynn

[Beccy]

'There's no fool like an old fool' so the saying goes. In this instance, 'tis more fitting I feel to observe that; 'here we see no fool, simply a man with the wonder of a child still held in his eyes.'

You are wise even beyond your years Edward.


Beccy.

[Ed Hart]

you find so many ways to say the nicest things

[h d e rushin]

that's right....and never mind the constant likenesses poetry wills us to. Or the reasons why
the truth of it delights us as we lay dormant in the dark. All that matters, ultimately, is that which
transforms water into light; unbelief into precedent.

and I agree........wonderfully written.....dana

[Ed Hart]

your mind is a wonderful thing to taste

[Cherrie Palmer]

Now that's a line to remember

[Ed Hart]

in the morning i would walk the pastures, and just hang out with the cows...the calves must have thought i was one of them

[Cherrie Palmer]

yes, we liked to do that too and just before sunset

[SkinlessFrank]

a gem Ed....these are the moments that matter

[Ed Hart]

connections, some seem so fanciful...i guess it's the sparkle that matters

[John]

Everything must pass, and if beauty is in the evanescence then, like the stars, the dew will too lose its sparkle. The wise owl has seen it all before and refuses to be bewitched. Not with a filler, let it be said, because without that final 'no' the last line would be too emphatic. Also, it wryly echoes 'now' in the opening line, so the sound we can hear in the wake of the poem is the bird hooting, now no.

[Ed Hart]

your mind reaches for the more subtle connections...thank you John

[John]

Points for the wonderful title ‘alighted’ describing the coming upon the scene of star sparkling dew, the descent of stars to Earth, and alluding to the poet’s feeling (delighted/elated) on bearing witness to an extra-ordinary spectacle. In the capsular form of a haiku the poem is both a song of innocence and experience, with an unresolved tension between these two modes of perception.