Sound and Fury

Every once in a while, I have bursts of poetic inspirations.

I'll write so many poems, often averaging a poem a week, usually two or three at a time. That will last a couple months, and then I just wont write anything for like, ever.
But that's okay, because my poems are silly and selfish..
So here's another silly and selfish poem, inspired, yet again, by the beauty of a winter night.
(Yes, I know it's spring. But there's still bloody snow on the ground.)
Enjoy!
Or don't. I really could care less.

Marina Reid





Shooting Stars and Windowpanes

From within the darkness
The windowpane
Glows
A soft deep blue
In the silent black

Through the window
The night glows
The slim sliver of moon
And her tiny children
The sparkling stars
Gazing down

Out in the night
The sky dances
In Silver light
The trees sway
And the clouds glide
And the stars twirl about endlessly

Out in the night
The world is alive –
Vibrant –
Humming in anticipation
A shooting star
Streaks across the sky
And moves on

Inside the dark
Behind the glowing window panes
I watch the slash of starlight

Inside the dark
My world is silent –
Sombre –
Lonely thoughts creeping
A shooting star
Streaks across my window
And I think only of you


(c)Marina Reid Hale 04.27.09