imperfect lighting

imperfect lighting

 

 

in the coarsest radiance

her star shown,

other constellations bowed to her magnificent intolerance

 

her sky had no room for other suns

only her own brilliance

impeccably shone

 

a bleeding catastrophe of lies

contemplating her own demise

because what we see of stars

 

is what burned out long ago

and she had galaxies of time 

to find that dull gloss

 

to which she would eventually

succumb

as her moon dropped to earth

 

in spasmodic resign

and she became wasted shards

of potential.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/11/15

Reviews

[rubie]

a very compelling piece....

not sure why there aren't more reviews than there are.

the metaphor is perfect; we see the beauty of stars in hindsight, after it's too late. oftentimes, that happens in love as well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we do...thank you for your words, rubie

j.

[Julia Ledo]

First off, thank you for your kind reviews. Second, wow I love this. The title drew me in and I'm so glad it did. Stars, galaxies, constellations, just space in general are all favorites of mine. I hard-core wanted to be an astronaut when I was little, until the fifth grade really. Anyways how beautifully strung together these words are, the metaphor of this burnt out star. How sad, she must have really been something.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Julia, first of all, not being kind....your work really moves me...most likely reading your work will get me writing later tonight...it just hits me in the right spot.
and thank you for your words---i will be visiting your page quite often...

j.

[icelandicblue]

By the time we realize what we had it's lost before it even starts. The universe is a perfectly iconic place to find ourselves.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Anne.

j.

[alifeacoustic]

what we see of stars is what burned out long ago, beautifully put Jacob. The beauty we see today always succumbs to tomorrow, but we never quite forget the beauty that we saw today.
You sum this up perfectly with the ending, wasted shards of potential. Is this perhaps the time fretted over losing our lustre, rather than just living the moment instead of trying to live yesterdays.
Superbly written, as ever.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, alife.

j.

[Adam Adams]

What all I see through your very cascaded words is that you beautifully and so gently soothe the beauty of woman you loved the most - the lady of your fantasy land. Very philosophical you seemed to this page. Nice imagery!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Adams.

j.