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0002 Sleeping Under Stars (1)

Hot August nights
before my brother left
to serve
I would sleep outside
on the wide balcony
next to my parents’ room,
stretched out
on a lounge chair
like an offering
to the stars, my eyes
seeking out
familiar patterns
of gods, winged horses
and thundering archers-
men with fierce weapons
I still saw as heroes.

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Comments (3)

Those were the days, those were the dreams. A delightful write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I love the very exact pacing and movement towards a surprising ending, which really lifts the poem to a new level. I keep stumbling over 'cocoon.' The sleeping bag is enough I think. Take care, John
Love the ending, Lori! ! ! It builds to a crescendo...it starts a little rocky for me...'Too hot nights'? ? - I'd take a look at some other options...but otherwise, the flow is smooth, your word choice is kick ass, and the 'feeling' that comes from the wonderful imagery is, overall, a really good one. Thanks for sharing.