not all stars are in the sky…

 

copyright cwmartin 2011

a small jar
of stars
sitting idly
on a shelf
once envied
by all
but now
homeless
never again
to adorn
the pages
of future
einsteins
or
little shakespeares
feeling
useless
and
alone
tho crammed
together like
in a city slum
peering out
the glass
upon the world
that cannot recall
the services
once
provided
and
the blood shed
for that
overpriced
latte

pandor’s jar…

Image by Toni Cross

man
as usual
missed the point
of what the gods
had said
it was
a jar
not
a box
nor do we know
whether it was the scent
of
jasmine
rose
or
apple blossoms
that tempted her
to open the it
but open it
she did
and into the world
poured the foul smells
of hate
greed
and war
shaped as pools of tears
quickly
spinning beneath the jar
whirling into all times
a milkyway fear
and remorse
so she grasped the lid
and trapped hope within
and hid the jar
for fear
of what else
was within
but hope
was all that was left
and to this day
it remains within the jar
if we could
but find the jar
hope could be freed
and we
could be
as we
were meant
to be
free
of life’s
miseries   

My friend Toni Cross presented a challenge to me today…’write a poem for this photo of mine’…I of course sent her one of my photos with the same challenge…above you find her photo and my poem.