Poem -

sea of stars

sea of stars

​​​tiny thing
abandoned alone
roiling on a sea of stars
yet still to bravely turn and turn
lest all the awful truth be known
lest all her passengers should learn
that all is dead and nothing stirs
out there

M P 8/11/21
 

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Marion

Thanks love ❤ 

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Shaun Cronick

Bloody brilliant Marion and reads like something Dorothy Parker at the peak of her poetry powers would write.
Superb in so few lines laying a poetry testament to how so well you write.
Loved reading this and great beat and flow and not forgetting its message and full honours deservedly and respectfully given. x  

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Marion

Ah you are so so kind Shaun. Mostly nothing flows in.my writing it is always off kilter as strangely I always write to a beat in my head that nobody reading it can hear lol...I ramble...my point being that I'm chuffed with your comment and will catch up with yours soon my friend...hugs X

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Shaun Cronick

Marion I'm raising my poetry glass to your good self and your off kilter.
No rush on mine, just sitting there like a bad penny.
Hugs and Welsh ones back at you. x. 

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Marion

Your poetry is always beautiful Shaun...always and I will be filling my poetry glass with it soon 💕

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Pratibha Savani

Wow I love this 
beautiful piece 
Powerful 
Px💜💜💜

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