Orphaned Stone

The sky empties its womb
into the November night
in light burst limbs that reach
through eternity to glitter
eyes hungry for wonder.

Monotony, war, the mudslide
of divide is the swamp dreams
walk from sunrise to sunset.

Bloodshot eyes travel the rift
searching for a miracle and heaven
gathers every orphaned stone
into fire streams to delight the forlorn.

Thanksgiving builds its nursery
beneath the arch of stars,
willing hearts bend toward gratitude.


©Susie Clevenger 2017

Poets United ~ Mid Week Motif ~ Meteor Showers 

Comments

Susan said…
If the celestial wants to delight us weary ones enough to go to those lengths, I'd better get out there and watch! I feel gratitude that we are not alone in this universe.
November 15, 2017 at 8:20 PM
John Buchanan said…
Looking to the heavens always gives me a sense of hope and wonder, I loved this poem.
November 15, 2017 at 11:34 PM
Sumana Roy said…
"Bloodshot eyes travel the rift / searching for a miracle" This is as true as the willing heart feeling the gratitude.
November 16, 2017 at 2:17 AM
hyperCRYPTICal said…
"The sky empties its womb..." - such a wonderful opening, and what follows equally yum. Love it!
Anna :o]
November 16, 2017 at 5:45 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Our eyes are definitely hungry for wonder these days, and the universe provides it in abundance for those who look up. I especially love the hearts bending towards gratitude. Lovely to see you, Susie.
November 16, 2017 at 11:28 AM
purplepeninportland.com said…
Lovely, Susie! Wonderful ending on this.
November 16, 2017 at 7:39 PM
Eileen T O'Neill ..... said…
Susie,

A delightful poem which captures something of the wonders which still arrive from the sky and heavens.
Perhaps more enjoyable than the increasing disturbances of destruction on earth..
November 21, 2017 at 1:03 PM
Eileen T O'Neill ..... said…
Susie,

Something special about the wonders from the sky...then the increasing disturbances on earth..Sky gazing is the way!!
November 21, 2017 at 1:05 PM
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