Poems

Walking Stardust

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Walking Stardust

Breathing in the warmth of your skin,
your eyelashes flutter like petals, sleeping.

I stare into the dusty black room.
Light creeps through the blinds.
Hitting the wall with its luminous glow.

A romantic feeling pulses through the layers of my skin.

I am optimistic that no other being will
make me feel the way you do.

We are walking stardust,
bound together by emotion.

A dream catcher hangs at the end of our bed.
An origin that negativity can be captured
and rays of light can be bestowed upon
a sleeping mind.

It watches, protects, believes
in us.

The infinity of our love,
our connection.
our worth.
our dreams.

This is one of the poems from my final poetry portfolio at university. The poem is in its early stages, we are learning about innovative forms and how poetry can be presented in a different way this year and my idea with this poem, is to write the different stanzas on small pieces of paper, hole punch them and attach them to a dream catcher with string. I will post a photograph in a few months of the final piece but for now… this is the first draft of my poem Walking Stardust.

Poems

Reality

falling

We are learning about different forms in poetry so I thought
I would have a go at it. Hope you like it 🙂

Limitless potential c r a c k i n g under the dark ice.
Reality.

Soaring, en route to the
sea of selection.

Reality.

Determination to

F
A
L
L

with grace. A verdict will
not be chosen. For. Me.

Harsh sphere rotating, rotating.
The clock t i c k i n g.

Waiting, waiting.

A pebble curves – towards the dying

light of
the pale azure sky.

Every so often.

Hope

diminishes

Spirit fading, sombre. Obscure.
Reality.

Clouds p a r t
in my mind.

Reality.

Perplexed by the rain, interrupting the shine.

Face.
Reality.

Unjust and unpredictable.
Reality.