Friday, January 4, 2008

An Erstwhile Sky

The winds will blow
and the sky will turn
from ash of dead fires
to the blue of your soul
and true
as the new day's blush,
the pageantry and view
of an erstwhile sky.

The sky will be purged,
the darkness of the night
before the lightness
of the coming dawn
filling me with your laugh
filling me with your peace
laying me down still to lie
laying me down in the grass
of this valley
below a new blue--
an erstwhile sky.

Feel that? (you do.)

It's love and desire,
waiting on the winds...

New days of new promise
and new light in your eyes,
light that grows strong
from love to love
and wind to wind,
blushed shades
of a new dawn
rising high,

as a newborn blue star

an erstwhile sky.

Above: The Pleiades, the seven sisters, a cluster of newborn blue stars still enveloped in the reflective dust and gas clouds that gave them life. The red star in the middle of the picture stands out in both appearance and age. The blue stars are only fifty to seventy thousand years old, and already they have reached half of their life span. The red star's age is measured in the billions, and will shine on long after its hot young companion stars burn up in spectacular fashion.

Below: The Aurora Borealis over a high northern mountain lake. You Canadian bloggers have such a great view. I'd trade you Detroit for a little piece of tundra or rocky surface any time.


singleton said...

The seven favorite rose and you found it in the sky! How cool is that?

"The sky will be purged,
the darkness of the night
before the lightness
of the coming dawn"

And so it is....
this blanket heavy before it is lifted......


Maithri said...

This is so very beautiful my friend. Such vivid imagery and tenderness in your words.

Love and peace, M

captain corky said...

"filling me with your laugh
filling me with your peace"

This is the what we all hope for.

captain corky said...

That, and a good bottle of wine! ;)

X. Dell said...

You know, the analogy in the poem makes me think of the cyclical nature of the day. The cynical side of me sees the night fall. Of course, the flip side is that the dark will always yield to the dawn (except in the Arctic Circle this time of year).

Merelyme said...

found your site through write real perty! i have been looking for more poets in the blogosphere. i will have to visit again.

Charles Gramlich said...

Lana and I spend a lot of time star Gazing. She is teaching me much about the constellations.

I really like the use of blue throughout your poem. I like to sometimes experiment with colors in poetry this way myself.

Donnetta Lee said...

As Merelyme said, you write real poetry. Wow! And, as Charles mentioned, I like your use of the color blue. Absolutely striking.

Enemy of the Republic said...

wow, this is good, so good. Let me check out the Man in Black. I finally posted again--I've been brain dead.

How do you write all this poetry that has to do with ME? It's a coincidence, I know.

Bemused said...

"The blue of your soul" captivated me.

Anonymous said...

Cool, a different shade of blue, royal, as you say, majestic, a poem like a grand waltz with the night sky. Cool,

ivan said...

All this celestial stuff happening.

I too once wrote a poem about it.
I didn't like mine very much.

I have, however, met a Frenchman from Ontario who said, "You know, there is this great black hole in the universe."
"Yes, and where is that?"

"Thunder Bay, Ontario."

i beati said...

This is so so lovely I say it over and over lay me down

ann said...

after your last post, which still has me reeling; I was almost afraid to see what came next

this is indeed full of hope; I look at the sky and I dream... oh I feel that, I do!

"It's love and desire
waiting on the winds..."

may we all enjoy a new dawn of passion and promise

she said...

ah, so full of passion and hope!

nice juxtaposition of "new" and "erstwhile" in your opening, shining throughout, and then in the close

"to new born stars in erstwhile skies!" much love, ~s.

Crushed by Ingsoc said...

I think I'm right in thinking that the Pleiades are unusual in that they are actually near eachother. Often of course, constellations aren't, it's just our alignment.

I think you can see the Borealis in parts of Scotland.

X. Dell said...

One trend within ufology is to attribute the sightings to a sister species located in the Pleiades. Of course, one would have to wonder about what life could have developed there, since seventy-thousand years is earlier todeay, in cosmic terms.

Josie said...

That photo of the Aurora Borealis is gorgeous. Have you ever seen one? They're spectacular, and even a bit frightening, in a wonderful way.

Princess Pointful said...

You can keep Detroit, sir.

This made me think of New Years Eve, when I had fallen into a snowbank, and let the snow encircle my head, as I lay back and looked at the blinding light of the stars, undettered by city lights.

Feel that? (you do.)

You know it!

KarmaLennon said...

You always write something that correlates to how I feel....

eric1313 said...


I didn't know that was your favorite! I love finding them--in the sky near Taurus a hazy patch that seven distinct points can be made out.

"This blanket heavy before it is lifted..."

What a phrase!

Peace out, my friend.


Glad to see you here, as always.

Well, you know well the inspiration that I get from my friends. A little imagination and recollection of those I love helps, too.

Peace to you, my brother.

eric1313 said...

Captain Corky

A bottle of wine... Always a good companion, right?

Hope is a many-splendored thing, and in this case it blue through and through.

eric1313 said...

X Dell

I've played on it before, too, darkness falling, day breaking... do these things really match what they describe?

There in lies it's own poetry, I think, trying to find the right way to describe these events, and their dynamics and how they match our own feelings, hopes, desires, dreams, etc.

eric1313 said...


Welcome! I'm glad you found me. It's nice to be appreciated and read. As for the real poet part, that remains to be seen...

But I thank you! Take care and talk to you more soon.


I do a lot of dabbling in colors as metaphor. Blue is one of my favorites--I probably use it too much, but they, that's the beauty of writing. We can always write more, experiment and move on.

I look forward to reading some of your poems, too.

eric1313 said...

Donnetta Lee


And there you guys go with that "real poet" thing. That's a lot to live up to, you know!

I'm so glad you dropped by. We've been at the same pages for a long time now, it's cool to see you here.

Peace out!


The coincidence lies in the universal. And I am so glad to have a handle on that.

Thank you for your readership. I do so appreciate it.

eric1313 said...


Captivation is all part of the spell I try to weave into all these poems.

Take care and talk to you soon.


It's a fine dance that we know, uncommon steps, but all in their own pattern and place.

Your poetry has greater wings and deeper shades than this. I'd recommend everyone to read it.

eric1313 said...


How can Thunder Bay be the black hole when the Detroit metro area is the greatest black hole known to man?

The gravity here crushes everything!

I hope I'm not too cosmic. It's hard to find a middle ground, but as I said before, it's just a poem, I can write more.


Lay you down, then. Curl up and read it to yourself until sleep and sweet dreams come to you.

Thank you all for your readership.

eric1313 said...


Is love in the stars, or are the stars in our love? Always, a great question, I think.

Dreaming is the greatest matinée possible. Keep dreaming and writing and everything will work out.


Passion plays in the wheeling stars
of the night

Desire so bright it burns to touch
a fairy tail of glimmering light

Thanks for reading here,
peace and love to you.

eric1313 said...


Yes, the Pleadies are a cluster of common and recent origin, very bright, fast burning stars that won;t bee there given another fifty to seventy thousand years.

Northern Michigan also has the Borealis, but it's rare. One has to be away from the glare of the city lights. But a couple years ago, there was an aurora so bright it even drowned out the lights in Detroit.

Wonderful to see nature can always get the upper hand with a solar storm. Hope they stay in the manageable size...

eric1313 said...

X Dell

I've heard of that, actually. The weird thing is, if life originated from around one of those stars it would be impossibly hearty. With bright blue stars like that, the amazing thing is that only ten percent of their energy is in the form of visible light. The rest runs between infrared, to the bulk of it being ultraviolet, xray, radio and gamma waves. True aliens, indeed.

I would hate to run into one of them in a dark alley!

eric1313 said...


Ahh, the Canadian bloggers speak.

I have been lucky enough to see a few, actually. A few years back, there was an aurora strong enough to overpower the city lights! I loved it.

What did it make me think of? Love, of course. I wanted to call everyone I knew and have them step outside to see the lights. It was that beautiful.

If Princess won't trade Canada, maybe you would???


Ahh, c'mon! Detroit's not that bad!

Those are the times that I love--free falling into a snow halo, looking up to see the stars un-smothered by the false light of our cities.

You felt it???

Rock on!

eric1313 said...

Karma Lennon

I'm glad you liked this, and thanks for the compliment. Universality is something I'm glad to achieve without trying to hard anymore.