A Twinkling, Obnoxious Little Silver Star

She'd sent me stars, two handfuls in that myst'ry package.
And when I opened to unpack they came like swarms
of silver insects, bright and ready to invade.
A silver touch, I thought, the carpet was a-glitter,
I picked them up, so slowly, one by one
with lingering movements, 'cause her hands had known them.

There was a storm that came, without much warning.
It took my love and whirled it into spheres
that could not nourish it and breathing had to cease.
While I was searching for the force of evil
that sent this devil of a murderer and thief,
all other life went on without consideration
of devastation that had plunged in misery
my very soul, its spirit had been breached.

Just like the hurt that tends to linger,
in nerves of amputated limbs of man,
this phantom pain can safely be dismissed.
It would take time, I knew to lose the memories,
and storms are really, don't you know, just acts of God.

Back to my reading now, which had been pushed
onto back burners, there was never any time .
When I perceived the slightest, softest touch upon my leg,
a star had fallen on a wound that she had healed.
This silver, little, recalcitrant and noticeable,
this twinkling and obnoxious bitty star,
it did just sit there, twinkling like a hooligan.
Until two teardrops fell upon it from above.

This story ends here as it has not been determined,
if too much time has gone for any hope of rescue.
It is well known that love must, like any living matter,
maintain a breath or face a certain, final death.

What if, I ask with anxious trepidation,
a surrogate has been up in those clouds.
Could it just be the life of love was spared?
And would you tell me, show me, kindly, then,
I plead with all you Gods, by Dawn's first light?

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (11)

This stands as the best poem I have read of yours. How you hit so deep with words, feelings we wish to forget...but then they're stars. Above us, keeping watch. Until we are the stars to join them. Magnificent! ! xxElysabeth
You almost broke my heart.....i loved it!
A job well done Herbert, the poem is really impressive. Written with feeling, you have talent that only a few possess. Helgard
As a whole this poem stands among the more creative pieces I've read here on poemhunter... But this line: ' and storms are really, don't you know, just acts of God.' made my muse quiver. It's so simply and yet so profound. It stirred my imagination on so many levels..Thank you! It's been a long time since I've been honestly inspired by poetry... Always, Amberlee
1st: that was a great poem, love the mood of it.2nd: thank you so much for commenting on my poetry..sorry you were offended by my grammer and spelling.. i'm not very good at either.and yes i will keep on writing poetry, even when i become a psychologist. thanks agian! ;)
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