What is that...?

The time (including your current adjustment) is: Oct 8 2007, 07:42 PM
right....but:

9th October 2007 - 01:46 AM
Last post by: amadino


is that from another planet?

Let's talk about music

what are you listening now? what are you thinking ?

Shania Twain - Man! I Feel Like a Woman

I need something special...or someone

One poem a day

Counting the Stars
by LostintheWhirlwind

I think I shall write a poem
About writing poems
Simply because
The repetitiveness of that above statement
Amuses me.
Life in general amuses me.
How we all think we’re so high and mighty
But how we’re all taken in the end.
How we believe we’re something great
When really we’re only flashes of light
Gone a second after one looks away.
Flashes of light striving to leave a mark
But all they leave
Is shadow.
And shadows disappear in the nighttime.
When the stars take the sky, what is left?
Perhaps a new star?
No one counts.
Or maybe a faint memory?
Recollections fade.
And then nothingness.
We are bones in the cold ground
And away we waste
Until judgment day.

But then there is a new light.
A different light
A beacon shining from the small window
Of an attic high above the graveyards.
And there, a pen scratches on silken paper
Turning thoughts into words
And ink into song.
The recollections will never fade completely,
For the music keeps them alive.

So perhaps this wasn’t a poem
About forms or rhyming
Or language or fanciful words
That look impressive on a page
Yet have no real meaning.
It was but an idea
A fading recollection
A new star in the sky.


The author said about her poem:


Who really counts the stars? I know I've tried, but the sky is just so vast, and there are so many identical, sparkling lights. But what about a different kind of star? What about those people in your life that have shone brighter than any star, that have distinguished themselves from the millions of other sparkling lights in the vast sky of life?

The stars will always be there. Those people won't.

Count them while you can.