The Star Chart of Me
Poem inspired by the "maps of me" challenge
dim the lights
let eager eyes adjust
to the absence of artificiality
gaze upon the star chart
directing you through my substance
test my topography
read my history
like a braille biography
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shining points of light
construct a celestial map
flung across my chest and back
every moment of shame
each passing second of bliss
an infinitesimal freckle of
combustion
forever painting my
void infused skin
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a rotating planosphere
projected across the
surface of my skull
a galaxy in cross-sections
each slide full, yet
inwardly inaccessible
memories escaping
puffs of gas, flaming
expanding
accreting
decimating every
thought and recollection
absorbing all impartially
good and evil no longer
stored separately
merciless gravity
tearing me asunder
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a nebula of disbelief
forms around
knocking knees
the circuitous path to escape the
well of human horror
highlights every fissure and fault
comet's hurtle and swarm
spiraling, knocking each other off course
illuminating hidden access to
my psyche, scattered and worn
the sins and prayers
crimes and triumphs
bear witness to their
blazing purpose
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the gaps between
constellation plots
flood filled with
dark matter
the primary component of
space and time
churning and pulling
at the strings of the past
invisible, indifferent to calculation
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the essence of my truth
something was always
filling my empty spaces
K.B Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Wow this is awesome. It feels so powerfully cosmic, and the imagery of the stars for self exploration is really rad. Reminds me of Carl Sagan saying we’re all made of star stuff :) The fourth section ending in “blazing purpose” is the one that moved me the most, but the whole poem works so well in concert, the flow from the previous sections helps convey the emotional weight towards the end. Really good stuff
Void infused skin and braille biography, those were my favourites! Loved your beautiful poem!
An illuminating take on the challenge and we can all find some of ourselves in the stars