I once wrote, the stars were made for loneliness
I felt them in that sea of empty black
with creatures scrabbling through their darkness
clawing and snapping at my back
now I look up at the night sky
full of twinkling and shining gems
remembering this line I wrote months ago
but I hadn’t known what it meant then
the night air is soft on my face
I’m floating in a bejewled, lanquid sea
warmth-like-rightness slips through my soul
for once, it’s okay to just be me
the stars were made for loneliness
I had felt despair like that fathomless black
but then I found friends in the darkness
winking and smiling back
stars
night walk
the chill air laps at noses
and it slobbers on paws
and there, a silver sliver moon
during our evening walk
icy puddles shine like diamonds
the ‘don’t-walk-here’ mirror
an owl hoots nearby
come here, come here
the shush-shush of snow on boots
and the sound of passing cars
me: you’re barking at nothing!
no–we’re barking at the stars!
hah. I’m proud of my little sketch. I’m trying to get better. Bought some watercolor supplies the other day.
January almost done! I hope you all have a great week!
AJM
rock star
is there nothing sadder
than a star
that used to shine
she was a rock star, baby
she sang about being
fine, fine, fine
now she’s in her fifties
her fans have all moved on
she dances alone up the street now
and no one knows her song
shine on, baby girl
she sings
know the stars
that don’t know you
reach for that inky dark
that unfathomable,
impossible blue
shine on, baby, girl
she croons
know the stars
that don’t know you
shine on
she whispers to the dark
her bare feet are turning blue
Have you ever been instantly proud of something you’ve written? That’s how I feel with this one. It started off much different. I wrote it last week. Then I found it again tonight and it all came together. It’s something like magic when words piece themselves together in your mind. It is a bit euphoric. I can’t quite describe it…maybe like how an artist must feel when the right brushstroke hits the canvas, or like a when a composer discovers the right note for a song? (Big, happy, sigh). I could go on, but it is feeling a bit long-winded already, hah.
This one was inspired by a show that I watched, or maybe it was a song. Not sure.
I hope you have a great week,
AJM
when democracy dies
when things get rough
when i feel trapped
by my responsibilities
i look up at the night sky
and think
…at least i’m still free
🥺 Our future here in the US is so uncertain. I’m scared of what our future looks like. No, I’m terrified. I’m so glad I get to watch the world burn around me because of someone I didn’t vote for. 🙄
AJM
night sky
shining in
the inky black
i tip my head back
and dream
