VOID
By Katie George
The cosmos haunt my mind like an infinity of twinkling ghosts.
My spirit is plagued by them, as their grace is so binding
It draws its captive in, a vacuum of eclectic energy.
Those stars call out, “Believe in something
Greater than yourself,” and yet I know
My soul is the one to decide.
My soul chooses like
Choice doesn’t
Exist.
Existence, yes,
Happens to be choice.
These stars are God’s wet tears,
I have decided, and yet I cannot tell if
The cosmic drops are the happy kind or sad.
I have just learned to thank those stars for time, as
Still when I—a living creature—blink up at them, I realize
Their burning spectral light shines even when they are dead.
an explanation.
I wrote this poem for a creative writing class in late 2016. Though I don’t typically write poetry, I enjoyed writing this…
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Thank you again!!! 🙂
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Your quite welcome Ma’am. Ms. Barbra Grace at bglake70.wordpress.com just commented on how much she liked your poem also incase you would like to drop her a line. I hope that you are able to have a good weekend.
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You as well! 🙂
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I love it. You say you don’t usually write poetry. You should write more.
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Ms. Barbra, I wish that this were mine but it is a reblog for another writer. I am very glad that you liked her work and I thank you for the kindness of your visit and for commenting, I hope that you are able to have a great weekend.
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Thank you so much. We will see what happens! 🙂
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I like it! Nice read for the wee hours of the morning here in San Diego.
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I am glad that you liked their poem, thank you for the comment, I appreciate you stopping in.
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