by Amy Renee Blakeley
Saturday, July 05, 2003
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Appreciate where you are wherever you may be because you are a child of the cosmos, born of star-stuff...
By Amy Renee Blakeley
The day has been a hard one
And I am weary and drained.
The weather is hot and
The city speaks in its
Loudest cacophonous voice…
Somewhere beyond the clouds,
Past the dancing web of
Satellites weaving their
Microwaved web around
The world, the cold silent
Void beckons, holding time
Itself in a firm gentle grasp,
Watching this world as it spins.
I arrive with a sigh at the hotel,
Feeling a small spark of
Triumph as I wander through
A lobby of fleeting faces and
Rushed strangers, knowing that,
For a short while, I have found
A place of refuge, even
Though it is temporary.
The voice of the city outside
Dulls to the thunder of a
Constant surging hum and
The elevator swallows me.
The moon and the sun dance
Their ageless waltz behind
the clouds and the world spins
into gradual twilight. That is
when the witchcraft of starlight
weaves Time into its vast web.
Light falls through the ocean
Of infinite night, birthed by
Distant suns, and it rains down
Upon this spinning mudball
We scurrying microbes call “home”.
In my room at the hotel, in my
Cocoon of anonymous surroundings
Carefully crafted for a tasteful
an emotionally neutral hearth
and home for a transient soul,
I shed my clothes, my uniform
Of conformity, my armor
Against identity, and I walk
to the window over the small
balcony and I open the room
to the cool graying night air.
I can feel the stars again on
My skin and in my mind and
Once more I am a child of
The wondrous, ageless universe.
I bathe in the growing gloom
Of nightfall as evening deepens
And I feel the light of a million
Suns trickle though the clouds to
fall gently on my flesh. Light
touches my every pore, fills my
mind, and caresses my soul,
like glowing celestial silk.
My rough edges melt away.
I become the night, silken and
Subtle, flowing on the breeze.
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|Reviewed by Jim Dunlap
|Reminds me a bit of Desiderata: "You ae a child of the Universe" and so on.
Interesting read anyway.
|Reviewed by William DeVault
|I am very impressed. Please, share more with us.|
|Reviewed by Ashraf Goreja
|It is a great poem,Amy. I love it.
Greetings and blessing from Atlanta.
Ashraf Gohar Goreja
|Reviewed by James Daniels (Reader)
|Nice work here, I enjoyed this piece...bravo...|
|Reviewed by William Heffner
|There is a light in the cosmos wanting to shine through you. You have great potential, so keep the faith your best days are ahead of you.
Officer William Heffner
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|A real word-smith, outstanding piece Amy.
|Reviewed by Marco Landi
|great moment to nourish your soul very well composed brava.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
another stellar masterpiece--BRAVO
(((HUGS))) and love,
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Oh how I love this, Amy, it's just exquisite.|
|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
THIS is poetic justice for those sleepless, tired nights. This is beautifully composed and thank you for the wonderful read. I admire!
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|From the blinking of an infinite soul nourishing the humanity of a heart
I hear the voices of one thousand four hundred and forty nine letters
melting into three hundred and thirty one words, which are
transformed into sixty three verse-lines to build a Poem titled “Night
Silk”, a real Paean to the mysteries of the Cosmos, poemized with the
emotions of a day filled with tasks to be accomplished at the pace that humanity can.
“Night Silk” bears the Voice of heart that pumps knowledge from the
veins of intuition, and is fed with ambrosias of imagination; and
dressed with flowers scented with aroma of love and hope to dance with intelligence in the cadence of life.
I have enjoyed the reading of “Night Silk”.
I Salute You, Author Master Poet Amy Renee Blakely, with the accolades of my heart.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by jude forese
|par excellence... outstanding imagery...|
|Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
|Bravo, Amy! This is a really tight, really descriptive, and very well-paced poem. Very well-developed. I really like the way you worked shades of your own personal philosophy into it, too! Terrific work!|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|This star-stuff likes your poem. [smiles]|
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|What do they say? Home is where the heart is...I think we can make any moment our own. This is a great poem....very deep in thought....and written beautifully. Love the title too!
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|This is a sin. You've stolen time from the corporate world. You can't go around being cognizant and aware of the universe while on company business, even on your own time.
Just kidding. This poem, this awareness is beautiful, and beautifully expressed.