Little Doors

Hindlight is 2020. Lol, I like these little doors to considering a distant past that is visible today in a rural night sky. "We'll only see them as they looked before, As light can only travel but so fast." Well said.

Interesting. It's a cool idea to write a poem about how the stars in the sky are not how they actually are in the current moment.

Since light travels only so fast. It's like looking through a time machine!

Favorite line: how much of what I see is even true?

I love this topic as well as this poem. The last line especially. “How much of what I see is even true?” I first took it as commentary on the idea that we can believe what we see from light years away to be true, but can you ever TRUELY know something without experiencing it firsthand? Can we really know what we see in the night sky is actually what is real? (Though the science seems undeniable) Then I thought on this a minute and recalled that some of these stars are long gone. All we see is the light they cast off long ago. Are we looking at a star that still burns bright, or is it just the ghost of what once was? I prefer the latter interpretation but the beauty of poetry is that it could mean both interpretations as well as many, many more depending on the reader. I enjoyed this, thank you for sharing.

I like the simplicity of this! No filler words or anything, snd i like astronomy. Its a really interested topic. :]

This is a very thought-provoking poem. I love poems that really say something more so than just describe. Additionally, I like your structure. While the rhyme scheme and form aren’t anything extravagant and unique, I think it serves its job well, and it looks satisfying on paper, especially with each stanza utilizing an em dash.

This is good! I interpreted it as, when someone looks at themselves, they don't know if they are looking at the truth or not. But the stars in themselves are true. Also good rhyming pattern.

This one is beautiful. Reminds of being in Bodega Bay on the coast of California when I was 19. Special, deep-rooted memories there.

Lovely! I like this as much for your rhyming as the topic as we all stand under the ghosts and graves of long-dead dead stars whose lights are like echoes across time.

In describing the oldest stars, what do you mean by them "seeming deep?" As in, deep in space, deep in thought ... or were you deliberately ambiguous to let the reader fill in the gap?

Thanks so much.

This is very cool, and very relatable because I always love telling myself, looking up at stars that I'm actually looking back in time. I think the last line is strong, and invites me into the motive of this poem too late, as soon as it's delivered it's over. I find myself wanting to explore your thought process about not knowing what's true when you see it more!

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