a star stops existing and, 4000 years later,
some creature will still marvel at its distant light.
^ timeless pieace you've written here. The imagery is haunting and I could go reading this poem over and over again and find new favorite lines to dwindle in my own solitude. This is how poetry should be. Congrats on the win and for making such a great poem.
I like the starkness of this poem. You've captured a simple moment on a beach at night so clearly with the light of a cigarette. Then tied in ideas of existentialism, expanding outward from two people sitting on a beach to the entirety of the cosmos. What I love best is how the reflections of the cigarette in the glasses mimic the stars. There's a history of light being transmitted to you over centuries and centuries from afar, but maybe more important are the memories of a closer light: of tiny spots of light reflected in the glasses of someone you care about enough to sit with them on the beach late at night, watching the stars and thinking about life. Very sweet.
Also, you're a rockstar.
6 years ago
The bit about the stars are what made me really fall in love with this poem - how they stop existing but you can still see their light later. It made me think about death, and how once we lose our loved ones, their light can still shine in our lives. We still feel them throughout habits, traditions and memories. Beautifully written, and very interesting indeed.