Title: Indulgent
Prompt: Indulgent
No. of lines 28
Rating: Gen
Summary: a free form poem inspired by looking at the night's sky
the fairy lights serve no purpose.
they don’t illuminate. they don’t
enlighten. they glow (when I remember
to turn them on). pastel flowers,
something between lotus and rose,
they shine until they dim, they hang
in waist-high firmament under
the window, suspended, a spring-
like bough, under the sill on which
rest piles of seashells and a conch
and a statue of the Virgin
of Medjugorje, indulgent
and forgiving, gifts of the sea.
raise the blind, ignore the neighbors
and the dirty glass, and the screen
the night is always too wonderful
the stroke of indigo between
the darkness and light pollution;
the moon, whether absent or full,
or, like tonight, crescent and smudged
with clouds; the tilting of the head
required to partake; the stillness;
airplanes and satellites and stars.
could I be any more poet?
standing here, looking out, counting
the syllables in firmament,
indulgent, purposeless, just like
lights I’ve forgotten to turn on
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