I saw a single shooting star while I lay in bed last night.
I dared not close my eyes to sleep lest I would miss the sight
Of yet another shooting star across the glittered skies
That I was certain would appear should I rest my wearied eyes.
Strange, how bright one star appears against an ebon sky
Simply for its movement while others just stand by.
So quickly did it disappear-a brief and brilliant fall-
It made me question what I’d seen, if anything at all.
I kept a hopeful vigil then, my chin upon the sill,
And through the summer screens it seemed the world was standing still.
The twinkling of the glitter dome, a gift for all to share.
I felt with peaceful certainty a larger presence there.
Soon sleep became the hunter and I became the prey.
The aim was true, the mark was found, and down to sleep, I lay.
Though saddened I had only seen one fleeting comet bright
I woke next morn with faith renewed by the new day filled with light.
By Suzanne L. Petersen
I haven't written any poetry in a while and some of you might have read this one before. I may have to start writing again as I might run out of inspiring quotes. I would love to have some of your poems to put on my blog from time to time, if you are willing to share. Don't be shy. I can only write the rhyming kind. I think I might have read too much Dr. Seuss as a kid. But most people write in free or open verse these days. Or even some pleasant prose would be fun. I would love to read what you write and put some artwork with it. How about it?
Have a great Saturday.