quizzically

art courtesy of pink puddle studio

last night i watched the sky

the stars spoke to me

they really did

just opened up their mouths 

waxing philosophical

they were a bit cynical

but then again so am i

the shape of the night 

was kinder than the 

shape of the day

i wanted to wrap myself up 

in the velvety darkness

but the moon 

was quite obstinate

insisting on showing me

the light

while the night owl

watched it all 

quizzically

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if the night owl in all its wisdom is confused, that moon is doing something right.
I love the idea of the shape of the night being kinder than the shape of the day.

You must have an in with those stars; they don't talk to me.
love this piece, Lydi.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Jacob. The world talks to me. Sometimes the noise is deafening! :) Lydi**

[Vectra Mendonie]

I really liked this poem, it was sweet and childlike. (I mean that in the best way possible) I had to read it a few times to understand what it was saying, but it was worth it. Good Job!

[Lydia Shutter]

thank you so much, Vectra. Lydi**

[Vertigo Cat1111]

I loved this. The way the night seems friendlier than the day and the stars talked. I especially loved the way you say, the stars are cynical, but so are you. It was a wonderful poem!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much for this review. Lydi**

[Vertigo Cat1111]

My pleasure! (:

[barleygirl]

Sometimes enlightenment comes reluctantly. Brilliant: "the shape of the night was kinder than the shape of the day" . . . your writing sparkles with imagination, yet so relatable. You put so much personality into the heavenly bodies! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

Margie, I always appreciate your lovely reviews. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

The stars are stellar listeners... perhaps our loved ones
who have found new friends speak of truth and wisdom..
Old souls softly twinkle in a wrinkle of time where rainbows rest.
tenderly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a lovely thought, Pat. Yes, the stars might be loved ones we lost. Thank you so much for giving me that thought and for the review. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

This is as near to a beautiful sky-born myth, Lydi, as can be: tis wonderful! Seems the moon knows you well.. and we know, don't we.. that the longer stargazers look into the night sky, more and more stars gaze back.. - tis a confetti sky and one I've been writing about for years. As for your night owl.. he knows how to recognise those magical night light shadows.. and again, so do you. Love this write and so pleased time gave me a few minutes to read it twice. Keep safe, dear you.. x

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Emma. I am pleased you enjoyed it. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

Always have, always will.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Ah, nice poem. I love the idea of stars talking. Scientists say that stars have their own sound but they are muted by the silence of space. But the stars in your imagery speaks loud and clear. tyfs

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Cyprian. Lydi**

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

The moon will show you the light in darkness even metaphorical and literally as you meant in this wonderful poem. You mused in a fine poetic soulful way conversing with stars. Kudos!!

Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too, it's the top most one.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks for your review, zaynab. Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

I think the night is kinder, too. It lulls us to sleep, to dream, giving us another day to slay our dragons. I've always been one to observe the night sky, watching for different stars in the galaxy. It's quite an observation if you're into that sort of thing. Of course, you can always talk to the man in the moon. I'll hang a star on this one, my friend!

[Lydia Shutter]

KELLY! I was just thinking about you and wondering how you were doing out there in Ghiradelli land! :) Thank you so much for stopping by. Hope all is well with you and yours. Lydi**

[YouoweYoupay]

The words are simple and they easily reach the heart. I can imagine myself looking through the window at night. The world is asleep and a gentle breeze stirs my hair. And my only company are the dots of stars and moon, whichever phase he is in. The illustration also helped me create an image of a woman who is deeply connected to nature. Because night and day are who we are, at the root of our souls. We sometimes lean toward the light and vigor and motion, and other times we lean toward stillness and calming darkness and simply observing our surroundings. Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing!

Never stop writing.
~Aysha.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Aysha. Lydi**

[Akshay Rawal]

There's really something about this bandwagon of stars in a canvas of the dark painted a sombre shade of grey by the moon. It makes us spin yarns of narratives and they do seem to dance out a tale to us. While you can barely stare at the sun, the moon allows you to awe at something which is that high.

Wondering what the night owl must be thinking watching this shroud of awe and wonder we call night.

Thanks for sharing.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a poetic review, Akshay. Thank you very much. Lydi**