Star

The star's wizened points,

Fading as it grows old

Creasing and wrinkling together

As one endless universe

An angel's stature

Falls down in ache and pain

The mirror's shards,

Pierce her marble flesh

Aging is life's gift to you,

For making it this far

But punishing for the ones who didn't

In the cotton sheets of cloud nine

Or the raging inferno of Satan's palace

Our eyes must flutter shut for the last time

And we all must meet our maker

Reviews

[imawriter]

Have you ever been to the Bonaventure Cemetery? For some reason, that second stanza made me think of all the wonderful statuary there. Actually, the whole poem conjures up images of that beautiful place.

[NinjaPi]

your use of color is invetive and thought provoking. this is a beautiful description of aging and dieing. you have packed so much emotion into a sucinct and well proportioned package. great write!

[OT]

you infuse your religious beliefs well here - the stars - the marble angels pierced by mirrors - and I like the shades of wisdom - the idea of age being a gift - one doesn't read such a view often in this world where age is the enemy - a great creative write here!! nice!

[Emunah June.]

Wow. A great write, religious or not. :) I am a very religious person, so it was easy to connect. Those last two lines really got me:

Our eyes must flutter shut for the last time
And we must all meet our maker

Great work.