Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Stars Seem Shy

Hear the whispers descend
from the glittering sky,
No scowling winkles
the tiring pool,
No true love succeeds
without struggling to follow the rule,
A mother's love
is always decent and true,
The stars seem shy
when leaning down to smell apple pie,
The town hall leers
its torn shelves,
Heavy cars try
to lose weight
by sending homes
of those absent-minded elves.


Daydreamertoo said...

We just had a beautiful winter, cloudless sky, was so lovely to see all the stars twinkling. :)

Mark Butkus said...

The stars seem shy - a wonderful choice of words that will stay with me for a long time.


Mark Butkus

Friko said...

You have a beautiful blog here.
Enjoyed your poem too.

Unknown said...

Lovely poem, I enjoyed your line- The stars seem shy

Joanne said...

"The stars seem shy" I just love that! Just beautiful!
Blessings, Joanne

Elizena said...

I have to agree with everyone else, 'The stars seem shy,' caught me as well. And isn't that what they look like as they twinkle up in the heavens? Like they're quickly hiding every time we look up at them and then coming out from behind the darkness to twinkle brightly at us once again. I loved it. Thanks so much for sharing. Blessings


Helena said...

Awwww....this is so tender. I connect with the 'struggling' part!

Wander said...

Nice poem, expecially the last line...

Thanks for coming by

Anonymous said...

What a pretty page, my friend!

rch said...

We have to look hard to find some stars but yours shines brilliantly as usual, very nice.

Anonymous said...

I love this poem. "A mother's love
is always decent and true" Beautifully said and expressed.