Scattered Souls...Ascending

the moon is the bleached bone heart

            of a lost goddess,

            exiled to a black vault

static -- gone -- but still giving away her light

 

            there is a patchwork quilt on the grass

-- a Frankenstein creation of mismatched panels --

and absolute silence, as I lie parallel to the sky

 

            I am the hinge -- sprung --

            between the above and the below

 

I feel the fever of falling stars, dropping

in wild arcs that look nothing like showers --

            I can’t help but wonder

            if something up there is dying

 

            fragments of celestial bodies, particles

            of civilizations hurdling themselves

                        toward extinction

            in ribbons of white light

 

maybe this is how the end will touch us all,

when those last shallow breaths of life

are a lock struck open -- the spirit escapes --

            we ascend, as morality evaporates,

            and then plunge headlong

into an unknown continuum

 

perhaps what we perceive as stars,

            are simply the scattered remains

of a lifetime of ascended souls

Reviews

[LapseOfMind]

This was really awesome, wonderfully written. Pulled me in right away and held me captive in your thoughts. I thoroughly enjoyed this

[Einstein Noodle]

glorious musings as one gazes at the night sky, moon and falling stars .. i especially appreciate your opening line ...very uniquely original take on the moon ..thanks for sharing that little gem .. content reminds me of a portion of the sermon Paul the Apostle gave at the Areopagus:
""As I walked around and looked carefully at your objects of worship, I even found an altar with this inscription: TO AN UNKNOWN GOD. So you are ignorant of the very thing you worship — and this is what I am going to proclaim to you."

i enjoy the thought of the stars as scattered lifetimes .. it gives me a serene, comfortable feeling .. as does laying on the quilt .. tho it is "Frankenstein" ...if i tried to make one it would be just that ...but made from familiar and favorite pants, scarves, shirts and jackets .. so comfortable just the same ;))
your poem moves me to sit a while in a lingering of peace .. as my Faith and Trust assure my fate :)))
E.

[Kleio13]

Interesting philosophy. But maybe your perceptionsof others perceptionsis just a hologram and we are just shells

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Perhaps...that is the beauty of the world, though; none of us really know what is going on, so it is only speculation :) Thank you so much, my friend.

[Kleio13]

Anytime. I love discussing metaphysics

[Corset]

how beautifully wistful to dream of shooting stars as the shattered ashes of people who have ascended, that vision alone is the spine of this prose, but the meandering thoughts are so ethereal and so beautiful that accompany the main theme, complimenting the holding the thoughts together as thread holds panels. gorgeous.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm glad you liked the idea of this one... Thank you!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

The intention of this piece leads me to tears! ( that is a good thing BTW) What soulful exploring thoughts here!

I love the lines:
there is a patchwork quilt on the grass
-- a Frankenstein creation of mismatched panels -- &

perhaps what we perceive as stars,
are simply the scattered remains
of a lifetime of ascended souls

The whole collage is just a gem!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You humble me...thank you so much!

[Clara]

A thought provoking write, Sarah.
My favourite lines were:

I feel the fever of falling stars, dropping
in wild arcs that look nothing like showers --

I can’t help but wonder
if something up there is dying


fragments of celestial bodies, particles
of civilizations hurdling themselves
toward extinction
in ribbons of white light

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Lola!

[TL Boehm]

Well JEEEEEZ. Perhaps it is because I don't have a specific "style" - I'm admittedly a parrot more than a poet - perhaps that is why your poetry often just blows my mind. Or maybe it is because it begs me to think beyond my own circle of fuzzy light and shallow logic. That mix of heady things, romance, regret, myth...you spin it so well.
There are writers here with whom I would love to sit with over coffee or tea in the morning or evening hours, on a porch or in a little cafe and just talk with - or even better - just listen to. You're on that list. I know I would learn so much.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

That would be absolutely lovely...perhaps someday we should have a WC conference with a select group of writers somewhere in some out of the way mountain town where there is nothing but nature and coffee to keep us going...lol Thank you so much!

[Angi]

There has to be something up there in all that space. Are we seeing tiny pinpricks in the fabric of heaven? I really liked this piece, the imagery was so vivid. I can see her laying on that crazy patchwork quilt, gazing up into the sky, her brow furrowed as she searches for answers. Lovely, lovely! I have been on a sort of hiatus and I have missed so many new works. I have my RR's turned off so I can catch up. They will be back on soon. Angi~

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you for stopping by, Angi! I've missed you...glad you are back :) I've missed your writing as well!

[Robert L. Franklin]

I found this to be very spiritual. Great poem, Sarah.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Robert.

[Pryde Foltz]

Some pretty powerful imagery and a whole lot to ponder.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Pryde.