Amongst   the   Stars

Amongst the Stars

A Poem by Esther
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16th September, 2019: To the scribbles on yellowing pages, to the smiles frozen in frames.

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Looking back through many a dreary morn, through many a sleepless night,
 I  have come  to seek the Midas  touch ; Memory, bring forth your light.
If your light may summon darkness, let it come -  the blessed dark sea,
Where the stifled sobs seek expression, where the reckless tears break free.
Drawing  aside  Time's moth-eaten veil ,  I peep  into the past,
As a shaft of ivory moonlight ,pale, wipes away the age-old dust.
I see your lips  tremble  in the magic of the night,
Looking at you, once more, in myriad-hued Childhood's light.
Speeding along the deserted roads under the night's neglectful eyes,
A child , in the backseat,  basked in Elton John's  "Sacrifice".
The" Norwegian Woods" still trickles out of the Beatles' sonorous voice.
I wonder if they still sing to you in your far-away Troy.
The almirah's stuffed with memories- shirts that speak of a death.
I put it on today - the blue shirt of yours - in a rush of hiraeth.
It all returns - the cigar  smoke you tried  in  vain to hide in  mints,
And the incense sticks that suppressed it all-your departure left no hints -
Just a couple of "Chloromint"s as you left for the foreign lands,
The child waved goodbye and one dropped from her restless hands.
Did the tiny crystals,green, whisper of an imminent gale?
I knew not that, with the parting kiss, you meant to bid farewell.
The cars that bore you far away, returned with the coffin....
The suffocating fragrance of sandalwood and the shattered crystals,green.
I believed,you left for a better home in the myths of mountainous Greece.
Years...ten years have sought your address in fragile memories.

Yet, as the night, on weary wings, descends upon Day's window-pane,
And the drowsy world retires to rest  in its secret, dreamy den,
I hear a knock at the door- I open the windows wide,
Out there, a mournful smile haunts me through the morning white.
Thoughts creep in, of dreary afterlife, in the purgations of the dark,
Shadows rise from their vandalized graves to throttle the song of the lark.
Time trickles, in heartless steps, down the pages of  the calendar,
Dear ones fade into oblivion-Autumn leaves at the dawn of an endless winter.
In the twilight of the setting sun, where day blends in peaceful slumber,
I find you walk, in open arms, to these abandoned chambers.
The scorched world thunders in anticipation of the first monsoon rains.
This day demands no words-freeze your smiles in our overflowing silence...
The silence that speaks of no balm to erase the never-healing scars,
Though I feel your eyes shining back from a sky still full of stars-
From that distant world the new-born sun strokes in the first patches of red,
Our funeral hymns rise over the skies and, in nostalgic whispers, fade.

© 2018 Esther


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I love the way your writing is a blend of prose & poetry. I love the way your imagery sounds bright & fulsome, piquing the reader's imagination with lots of mind pops for all the senses. There are spots where your writing reads like a story & I find myself more engaged thru these passages. Then there are spots where your writing is more nuanced & I can't guess what the story might be (which is OK too). All in all you have a ton of imagination, but some people might not be able to follow how your message somersaults (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Esther

4 Years Ago

Thanks a lot.



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The imagery is great, the flow is flawless and emotions well depicted.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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There are many feelings expressed here, without the reader fully knowing the story. Written in lovely poetic lines, I do pick up on the loss of someone loved who is or was important to the author. Full of rich imagery. Nicely related.

Chris



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Esther

3 Years Ago

Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it!
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

I did and you are welcome :)
I really enjoyed the atmosphere in this poem

It's much like a short story

you have a way with words

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Esther

3 Years Ago

Thank you!
Your personal grief told in a moving and poetic manner of a time and place far from your here and now
but never forgotten. well done Steve B.

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Esther

3 Years Ago

Thanks a lot!
Esther,
Your poem paints a picture of long winter days, colored in gray dusk. Nature lays still and the world barely breathes. The wind carries sadness and silence. These are the images your words create in my mind. Very compelling write.
Peace,
Richie b.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Esther

4 Years Ago

Thanks a lot!
Reading this one several times I do feel it is personal and perhaps a note to a loved one and perhaps I could take it a step further and even dream that it is to yourself at a different time. The reader must sleep in your woods with this one and must be willing to earn this journey where the pace wants otherwise as you might get lost. I understand personal poems as well as those meant to entertain, Value lies where the reader finds it. I will walk and somewhere find a place to earn this one. Such abundance of imagery deserves a slow nigh's read. Thanks for sharing.

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Perdition

4 Years Ago

* "I want it to stay with me"...darn these eyes!
Esther

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much for "stopping by the woods on a snowy evening".
Perdition

4 Years Ago

You're most welcome...found it lovely dark and deep :)
Oh wow! This grabbed me at the title and holy crap I'm glad it did. This poem is wonderful! The sentences blend together into sort of a lullaby tone! This was like music!!!! The mentioning of stuff from Greek mythology also made my inner geek cheer! What a magnificent poem!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Esther

4 Years Ago

Thanks a lot!
I'm certain that this is deeply meaningful to you, and probably brings tears as it triggers critical memory. But...

All the references are personal to you, I have no touchstones. When you say, "I see your lips tremble in the magic of the night," This could be a sadist about to torture. It could be a moment of surrender to love, a parting, a first coven attendance, or a million other things. Intent is driven by your history, but intent doesn't make it to the page.

Given that I have no context, for why mornings are dreary, and nights sleepless, what emotional content can describing your own reaction to unspecified events have for me? So, rather than sharing the emotion, and becoming that person, all I can do is say, "Awww...poor baby. I hope you get over whatever it is."

And that's my point. Instead of prettily telling the reader how YOU feel, make them feel it. Give them reason to write their own version of this poem. Make them CARE, not just know.

For a reader, flowery language without context can be like whipped cream—better as a garnish than a meal.

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makes me think of Ireland's diaspora and the missing of them from home .. interesting mix .. i found myself leaning more for the prose .. it felt "right" ... i did like the return to rhyme in the closing few lines ...it kind of refreshed the reading for me ... i agree with all... tasty metaphors .. inspiring language use .. had to look up almirah and hiraeth so thank you for my new words ;) had to read it twice .. for the imagery alone .. but the story clarified for me the second time through ... need my second cup of coffee .. too ;)
brilliant telling of a life and memories of the most difficult times .. i think you have a gift Esther .. a real treat to read this
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Esther

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
This is, what can I say, beautifully written! As Margie said, your blend of prose and verse is different yet feels quite right. But it's the imagery you've used that felt like the masterstroke to me. I found this piece replete with little metaphors and imageries that spoke so plaintively yet gracefully. The choice of words to express the exact feelings, like hiraeth, is immaculate.
I must confess I lost you for a while in the beginning of the second verse, but still by the end I was glad to have read this.
Great work!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Esther

4 Years Ago

Thank you!

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