Description: I wrote this about two or three weeks ago. I had been writing about Jane so much that I forced myself to write about something else, lest I go completely mad, drowning in my own mind. Anywho, it's kind of niave....I suppose I'm kind of niave.
Tin Foil Stars -------------------------------------------
I've lost the stars again.
But to speak of them,
As if I knew each one personally;
By name, creed and belief's.
I look up to find my dear friends
And fall on my face again.
No means to find a better spot so I may view you
Makers of wishes and lullabys.
So I cut out little tin foil stars.
Sprinkle them across my walls,
Paste them to my bedroom ceiling.
My very private collection
Of wishes and lullabys.
It seems as if this peice is written as if the subject is hoping to one day go to heaven. Now I don't know if you are religious or not, but that is what stuck out in my mind when I read this peice. You talk a lot about wishes within this poem and the connection to stars just seems too strong for me to look away from this potential underlining meaning.
I think that perhaps in the fourth line that the word "but" should be look at a little more carefully, I don't think it helps complete an entire thought. I think though that the subject might possibly be reavaluate some of his or her beliefs but I can't really say with any absolute certainty. Overall I liked this peice. The image of tin foil stars seem to really stand out to me. Thanks for the read, PEACE.
I thought that this piece was beautiful, even down to the title. It was the title that first attracted me, because I sort of have a thing for stars, and the metaphore made it seem like it would have the makings of a great piece.
"So I cut out little tin foil stars. Sprinkle them across my walls, Paste them to my bedroom ceiling. My very private collection Of wishes and lullabys."
I thought that was especialy good. The piece was vivid and very creative. I think it was a wonderful write and will definitely be a favourites addition.
I've heard that when a loved one dies they become a star in the sky. I like that thought as look up at the sky at night. And I like this poem.. it has a sense of loss but at the same time a sense of acceptance. As for wishes and lullabys, I don't think we ever get too old for those. This is a real nice read. I enjoyed it. Take Care! ~Sandra
that is my line... when my boy died i so said that but really i just wasnt looking up long enough or at the right time to see them or something but yeah... ive lost the stars again... i love stars... theres something about them that captivates me and leaves me staring at the sky for hours (i dont sleep hardly ever and so i lie in bed with my curtains open most of the night...)
i recognise the need to write about something that isnt Jane... every now and then im like "jayde you only seem to write about yourself or your boy... whats with that..?!" and force myself to write something completely unrelated just to prove to myself i can mostly... this is a good "coz i can" write...