I am a constellation
pasted to a smear of sky or
some god spun leaf drifting
an icy pond.
My tongue turns silvery around
these words, do not take them
for sorrow, I have named them
supplication.
Don’t forget me.
I still need you to carry me
over this pierce of thorn.
My hands are good for nothing but
a plea, do not forget me,
I am still here stars tangled
in my hair.

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artist unknown

94 thoughts on “God Spun

  1. Ahh… les etoiles!
    You my dear Holly, with your verse, are a tangle of stars.
    You will never get the knots out. You are entwined with you sumptuous poetry, forever.
    Thank you for your constellation!

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      1. Sweet Holly!
        It’s not a wonder that I draw you, make up fantasies about fantasies and am fussing over my latest Art Gown.
        It seems to me, Intellect between minds is a Tango, a dance of intellectual love.
        Thank you so much!

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          1. 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

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  2. A beautiful poem Rene, the remembrance of the line β€œDon’t forget me” made it gorgeous in dealing with a constellation as stars are unforgettable. You beautified your work with a piece of art to compliment it as well.🌹

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