shooting star

by

i didn’t know that…

i didn't know that

aunt bea
and
i
were
sitting
watching
the night sky
i said
look
there’s
a shooting star
aunt bea
said
that’s no shooting star
it’s
a skid mark
from an angel
roller blading
across heaven
making a fast stop
to drop-off
a blessing

by

while listening to penguins…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

first
one
firefly
suddenly
another
and
another
soon
a hundred
perhaps
thousands
swirling in the breeze
wrapping around the moon
caressing it like a lover
sky aglow
a shooting star
from orion’s bow
pierces the night
then
the symphony
begins
owls
join
the coyote’s song
while frogs
sing bass
and i
breathe
in the beauty
of the night
and
bask in
the wonders
of
my
wingless
flight

This poem was inspired by Gabrielle Bryden’s post on November 29, 2011 where she introduced me to the Penguin Cafe Orchesta (http://www.youtube.com/watchv=NPpRJoYISSQ&feature=player_embedded)  … Listening to the music engendered the above poem…please stop by her site (http://gabriellebryden.wordpress.com/)  to feel inspired too….cheers!