Their Brilliant Little Star
The rise and fall of a childhood actor: an abecedarian poem.
A
Brilliant Little Star on a
Clear-skied night;
Does it always have to be this way?
Everybody thinks it must take a
Fortune to
Give a little everyday and to not pay
Heed to the sun.
I think it is
Just a fact of life. My life.
Key fragments that
Lean in and out of their collective memory.
My memory.
No, but I don’t remember too far back.
Of course, it has become a
Problem. But me alone, on a
Quiet night is
Redemption from all they have taken.
Serenity from the light.
Titillating gossip has always been my
Utopia. You know that.
Very much so, that I must
Wonder; will it start to become
Xanthic? Dreary? Regardless,
Yesterday’s dramas still turn into
Zealousness.
About the Creator
KB
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The Silence That Follows
“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Fiction
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