Little Star
I used to believe
That when a star twinkled
Amidst a clear night sky,
That if I just stared long enough,
Hard enough,
It would fall
Like so much rain.
That it would plummet
Into nothingness,
Leaving nothing but empty space
And the promise of change
In its wake.
How foolish.
To believe that my eyes held such power.
To bring down giants of such immense energy
With just a single glance.
My gaze may only observe.
Witness.
Like the flow of water
Down your shoulders,
But without ever leaving a drop behind.
A star I was not,
and a star I will never be.
Luck?
I will bring you no such thing.
Much like mere eyes do,
I will slide down your back
And off the face of the Earth,
Without leaving so much as a trace
To show I was there in the first place.
(This is my first post here. I do have a blog where I post poems for friends to read but it would be nice to have others read them).
Posted Aug 27, 2022, 11:56 PM UTC · edited
I really love the rhythm of this poem. Thematically I also enjoyed the concept of the narrator’s gaze not being enough to take down a star. It’s a feeling we’ve all had. The sense that we could bring a star to earth only to realize our own smallness.
My only piece of constructive feedback is that I was a little taken aback by the change to “a star I was not.” While I believe it can be good to shake up the reader, in this instance I think we need a little more warming up to the narrator putting themself into the role of the star.
Still a very lovely piece that speaks to our perceptions of ourselves.
Thanks! I really appreciate the feedback and I'll take it into account. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)