‘Lightness’ by Carol Lynn Grellas The Society October 28, 2013 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments Where lightness finds the passage through the dark the thoroughfare of dimness, where we’ll soar about the sun undone, unborn again, but one─divine the spark! The wicket door unfastens where the constellations form sepulchers made of stars. Celestial reach─ become what’s yet to be, your elegy of memoirs left beneath the weeping beech our private pain released. O spirit’s heart no loneliness eclipsed by shadows breathes beneath the Zodiac where night-birds sing and crown each shining sphere with wreathes from fronds of maidenhair in braids of gold where rainbows arc and nights are never cold. Featured Image: “Starry Night” by Alex Ruiz NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Beatriz October 29, 2013 What a beautiful poem to accompany a breath-taking image! I especially like “sepulchers made of stars!” Reply E. Ducabe Wisler November 11, 2013 Starry Night by Alex Ruiz He stands in awe outside the sanitarium, while gazing at the starry night—Vincent Van Gogh— as if he has his own Observatorium: large stars, huge moon, transparent clouds, a gorgeous gawk. This Ruiz got in seven hours in Photoshop by using matte paint techniques—a magical, fantastic spectacle, a wizard paused in Oz in fields of golden flowers, by towering trees, before a village, gray and slightly lit, at top a spire, pointing up, so lovely in the breeze- less frieze of thrilling hills and skies, a requiem to one who seized th’ intensities such seeing sees. Reply land serwis February 23, 2015 Will there be the second part? Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.