Though it will (probably) never again be seen by human eyes, and any “eyes” that may someday – far off in the future (or not) – see it, won’t be able to interpret it, my name is inscribed on a disk carried by the InSight probe, which now sits on the surface of Mars. MARS!
“Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product’s something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.” - Richard Wilbur (died: 14 October 2017)
In Darkness You Will Discover Stars
By Bud Koenemund
(Written: October 2017)
For C.
The night of death falls hard upon the heart;
A sackcloth veil shrouding everything held
Dear; breeding grief while spirit breaks apart,
And sadness engulfs those places love dwells.
Lady, I bear similar injuries:
Numbed by depression time may never heal;
Self-doubt that taints both joy and misery;
Abandoned to sorrow without appeal.
But, through pain, loss can empower your soul.
The maelstrom which brings about destruction –
Surging memories whirling uncontrolled –
Could ignite a fire of creation.
Breathe deep, and do not fear to show your scars;
For in darkness you will discover stars.
For National Poetry Day!
