To the Stars through Difficulties

 

Auspicious days ahead, the Lord brought them

Babyish tenets for planets, hidden

 

Bachelors in the wings of the hotel

Anchor down for the night. She spies the heron.

 

Segments of an ancient pattern haunt her.

Sedatives lull her to sleep.  The heavens,

 

Austere and lonely, show her the child.

Running water is a gift for the huntsman,

 

Etching a plan of attack with his pocket knife;

Ancient trails cross each other at a junction.

 

Butterflies alight upon the cornflower.

Buttercups taste fine to the rabbits. Plankton

 

Austere and visionless, appears in the pond.

Symmetry in the wings, now clipped pinions.

 

Sedentary for what seem like ages,

Ancillary, knitting a weave raglan,

 

Reopening old history books that

Symbolize politically charged bee pollen,

 

Intuition grips us. We feel scared, scarred.

Aries screeches at us like a poison,

 

Bankrupting its possessor of faculties.

Bank statements are the thing for a ploughman,

 

Admittedly he saw investments as

Sermons, and his isolation a rotten,

 

Terraced house. Truths result in alliances.

Admonished, I become a sullen raven.

 

Nonfiction pulls at a sleeve. They need a quest.

Terracotta roofs and stucco walls minion

 

Stampeding house pets, poodles, parrots. The doorman

Apologizes.  The bakers summon.

Reviews

[Isabella Disney]

This is amazing, I like it. Its somewhat mistifying and enchanting. :)
Love how you strucured it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is difficult to get to the stars the way this life is today...too much confusion, too many politicians out for themselves, truth a lost art.

i like how you weave nature with reality...and how even the animals are stampeding...they don't understand...

isolation is never fun...and it does make us like a sullen raven.

lots of feeling in this...a pull in different directions.

jacob

[Laura Lynn]

thanks, Jacob, once so accomplished as yourself in the reviewing sense particularly makes one feel grateful, perhaps a "bit" daunted, I'm sorry to be shy about myself, I have so much to do to figure out what the heck I am doing? this is such great fun it gets to one's head sometimes, you know

[Lizardo]

Really nice poem, and i really like this part:
''Bankrupting its possessor of faculties.
Bank statements are the thing for a ploughman,''
that line is wonderful.

[Laura Lynn]

Thanks, that makes me feel better, it seems more worth it to keep writing when people are reading something or hear anything of what one writes and vice versa, I need to be more quiet and patient however about it,