Sown with Stardust
Light-Encrusted, Sorrow-Shorn
Beneath a vast sky,
Where sand meets sea,
The cosmic theater!
A meteor shower
Rained light
And we counted
Seventeen
Shooting
Stars.
Yet it is not the sky
Which memory honors
With awe and reverence,
But you, my memory
Of sharing the moment
With you, my memory
Of turning my gaze
To you, my memory,
The fateful forever of
A bittersweet harvest,
A field of mourning
Sown with stardust,
Grown to rot and riot.
Whether lost in the crowd
On a bustling thoroughfare
Or wandering…
Shadow-haunted paths—
Alone—
I gather shooting stars,
A burning recollection
Of what we used to be,
And who I can never become.
Just as I shield my eyes
From the brilliance of the sun,
I can only behold the glory
Of hope unrealized
From behind the shroud
Of memory—light-encrusted,
Sorrow-shorn—of my memory,
Fading like a falling star
In an infinite void.
But for memory,
Naught remains of you.
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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This is beautifully written, sad and uplifting to the spirit of poetry. congrats on your win.
heartfelt and healing at the same time.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Sorrow-shorn is my new favourite word. Breathtaking and heartbreaking, dear friend.
Your imagery is breathtaking. Stardust meteors voids, all woven into the intimate pain of remembering someone.
Memory is lost in the reflection of the sun on the water. A very aesthetic poem that made me travel. ))
Phenomenal writing CRB!
Just Bitchin' Bud. I often try my hand at watercolor...but I'm just a goofy sketch cartoonist. Although I have Starry Night framed print on my wall. j-bud.in.l.a
Your words beautifully capture the bittersweet feeling of a powerful memory. My favorite line "A field of mourning Sown with stardust".
I somehow thought of Starry Starry Night with this one. Both the song and Van Gogh! Well done, Charles.
Haunting ode, filled with longing, clung to with mournful memory. Luscious, beautiful poetry, Rommi. I loved it.
Oooh sorrowful, profound, haunting, but absolutely beautiful.😍
Oooo, grown to rot and riot, that was my favourite line. Loved your poem!
I feel so weepy; so sweetly tuned and timed. Love it!
So beautifully written
Memories are fleeting, Charles, indeed, and your poem captures it well.
Wow, this is so beautifully bittersweet. I really loved the image of gathering shooting stars as memories.