A Starry Night Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A Starry Night

Rating: 4.3


It was as if the skies
had kissed this Mother Earth
so that her sparkling eyes
gave rise to precious birth.

A breeze drifts through the fields,
tall stalks sway softly, bright.
The dark of forests yields
a clear and star-lit night.

My soul daring to roam
flew up on gentle wings,
past castles of strange kings,
pretending to go home.

As Heaven was my goal,
when clinging to its back,
in clouds I lost my soul
and God found, it was black.

Now, hurled down to the ground,
condemned, forever banished,
there was a moon-lit sound
and all the stars had vanished.

Today I sleep in heather,
in meadows during nights,
and pray for stormy weather
to douse those star-lit nights.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 29 October 2005

Very calming poem...I loved the last stanza.

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Cj Heck 09 November 2005

Nice work - beautiful imagery here. Hugs, CJ

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Lylyanna Pilewski 05 January 2006

My soul daring to roam flew up on gentle wings, past castles of strange kings, pretending to go home. you made a half way decent comment on one of mine so I guess i'll try to make one on one of your's that stanza didn't seem to fit but you may've done that on purpose but I'm just saying that it messed up the nice flow you had going in your poem. There now we're even. Lylyanna(a poet!)

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Herbert Nehrlich1 05 January 2006

Lulyanna, I think it made the flow as great as it is. Have patience, my child. You will get there. Best H

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Emma Johnson 16 March 2006

A beautiful star-lit poem with a 'star-lit sound'. Susie.

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Lylyanna Pilewski 07 January 2006

Ya know I'm trying here. And you are not making it easy.

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Herbert Nehrlich1 07 January 2006

And here I thought I was being nice to you. My child. But on second thought, I do have enough children in my stable. : -))

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Lylyanna Pilewski 06 January 2006

P.S. I'm not YOUR child. There I said ONE thing. I don't need to sign we both know who I am.

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Lylyanna Pilewski 06 January 2006

no comment because I promised a wise poet that I wouldn't with you anymore so I shall not. though it irks me so to not be able to say what I want right now. But alas I shall contain myself. Lylyanna

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