The Starry Night
It is silent tonight.
In the ever flowing
river of the night,
a boat of darkness
sails by
as wave upon wave
of stars flow,
then crest,
then
fall,
and silently subside,
consumed by another wave
until nothing is left,
just flickering light
of celestial glowworms
that hang
in the cave of night—
languid star strands
from the heavens.
The moon
could tell stories
if it chose.
It is silent tonight.
A truly lovely poetic description of the night and Van Gogh’s painting. Sorry it took me so long to read this. I got behind due to computer and internet problems.
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Dear Suzanne, please don’t ever apologize for not reading something. Life gets busy. I read wordpress intermittently, and that’s just the way it is. You are a busy woman. I always love knowing when you’ve read a poem and liked it, so please know that that is a real honor to me. All the best, my friend ~ Mary
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A quite enchanting work Mary, doing full justice to the source of your inspiration.
All best wishes, Hariod. ❤
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My thanks, dear Hariod. The night sky in all forms is inspiring to me. Best wishes, Mary. 🌠
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While working in my garden I took a moment to read your poem. Glad I did! Loved it!!! And the moon knows I don’t want to go back to working in my garden now! 😊
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Aw, Randy, you never fail to make me smile. I’m thrilled that you like this poem. Being a gardener, I know you know that nature inspires so many things in our imaginations and hearts. 🙂
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Wonderful poem. I bet the moon would have some revealing stories to tell. 🙂
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Indeed it would. I’m glad you liked the poem. 💕
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Such a lovely poem. I LOVE how you ended it and circled back to the beginning: “It is silent tonight.” Beautiful work, Mary!
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Thank you my dear Robin. I felt it needed that circle so I’m especially glad you liked that. It lends a double meaning to the final line. 💕
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