He loved the evening star
born in the earth yearned for heaven
he longed for the night diamond
and wanted her down here with him.
The star knew his yearnings
and she knew they were not meant
to be together, so she stayed afar
hoping wisdom will come with time.
That was not meant to be
the mortal soul kept yearning
with every leap he made for her
he fell back to the ground hurting.
His anger made him blind and he swore
he will create a brighter star than her
out of mud, he picked up a mud ball
gave it the form of a star, painted golden.
He covered it with golden plate and hung
it from his door, and named it evening star
it shone brighter than the distant star
gave peace to his wounded ego, hurt heart.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
I'm so humbled by your talent that I don't know what to say other than your poems are wonderful. Although I don't write poetry I hope you will choose to be my BC friend. Best wishes for more incredible word crafting.
dear tt,
Cant say i am flattered by your sweet compliment. but i am not talented. :)i am very ordinary.
I will be very proud to have you as my friend.
thanks for liking the poems. i actually dared to write poems because a couple of friends praised a few of my poems too much, but after reading thousands of books by the real craftsmen i know my place, but i love to play with words and paint pictures out of them.
with warmest wishes,
trisha
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