Do we live,
under the moon, and not the stars?
Balsamic shadow in
but the shadow of day.
Let there be light,
but let darkness guide us
to where paper and peace began.
Why not,
under the stars?
Mirrors of light,
which hushes along the ash tray
with our Father's cigars.
We do not burn,
to touch a star.
To not dare strike our tuning forks against
a lullaby.
If we could touch a star,
we would surely die
of hydrogen, and hydrogen a lone.
-Iliana Hagenah
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Is this by you Lillian?Its very good.
ReplyDeleteForgive my ignorance but I can't understand the second paragraph.Would you be awesome enough to explain to me the references to the tuning fork and hydrogen?
Zehra
ITS BEAUTIFUL.It does make more sense now.I now understand the essence of the poem completely.(or I think I do,I can never be sure)I love the line ''let there be light but let darkness guide us.''
ReplyDeleteYou should get your poems published.Send them to magazines perhaps,presuming you haven't already done that.
''Mirrors of light,
which hushes along the ash tray
with our Father's cigars''
What do you mean by this line?
Thanks :)
ReplyDeleteWell, it's sort of about our tendancy to live in the shaddow of what has already been great.
The stars mirror the sun (light) and I wanted to use the image of a light being put out on an ash tray and smoke comming and all of that.And a star is made out of hydrogen, so I used that bit as explaining that we don't really want to think outside the box, or do the extraordinary because our consequences are too ordinary or unimaginative.