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Jul 5

Orion’s Shadow

Category: My Poetry 
orion
I've laid me down
in Orion's shadow
with sharp needled pines
beneath my back

Galaxies spin
over branches
I open my mouth
and drink them in

Orion sings within me
his song stays hidden
in my bones
only I know the words

When my breath flies out
and there is no return
I will sink beneath soil
covered in humus and debris

But that song will remain
until some future night
as Orion rises over the pines
my bone-dust begins to sing
Pamela Olson, 7/5/09
For One Single Impression's prompt,
"The Stranger"
17 comments

17 Comments so far

  1. The Dark Lord July 5th, 2009 11:37 am

    Simply brilliant! One of the best compositions I’ve ever seen.. Words, deeply emotional and wise, trickling through the chasms of ancient creation! The depth is unfathomable…

  2. Fledgling Poet July 5th, 2009 12:41 pm

    This was fantastic…the visual imagery was so amazing! Wow. Beautiful and eternal, with a real sense of the infinity of the universe.

  3. floreta July 5th, 2009 12:47 pm

    i don’t know why but this sounds romantic!

  4. Anthony North July 5th, 2009 3:20 pm

    There is so much in this. Marvellous in words and imagery.

  5. Jim July 5th, 2009 5:04 pm

    Pam, I can just see you out there, both human and bone-dust forms, laying under Orion. Were you looking for shooting stars or a meteor shower like I was? A very fun poem, thank you. :-)
    ..

  6. SandyCarlson July 5th, 2009 6:12 pm

    To be past and present at once, transformed by time and transforming time. This is amazing.

  7. Michelle Johnson July 5th, 2009 6:20 pm

    To be one with the universe… to sing that one song again. Beautifully written. Hope all is well. Have a great night.

  8. JanePoet ~ JP/deb July 5th, 2009 8:48 pm

    Love how you connect time and space through breath, mouth, and song. Beautiful! JP/deb

  9. Meri Arnett-Kremian July 6th, 2009 8:25 am

    I can feel the pine boughs under my back, but I love the drinking in of the galaxies.

  10. vic July 6th, 2009 9:04 am

    I like the many layers in this, Pam. Thanks for sharing!

  11. Noah July 6th, 2009 10:40 am

    This is breathtaking.

  12. Deborah Godin July 6th, 2009 11:40 am

    Beautiful mix of temporal and eternal, the immediate and the infite – I read this several times, and will likely come back again!

  13. zoya gautam July 6th, 2009 12:57 pm

    .. so beautiful ..

    many thanks for sharing this..

  14. Tumblewords July 6th, 2009 7:49 pm

    Lovely acceptance and enjoyment of the present and the evermore – terrific writing!

  15. patois July 7th, 2009 4:15 pm

    An afterlife of singing with stars. Not a bad way to end up. Beautifully done.

  16. gabrielle July 7th, 2009 10:38 pm

    I had this experience in my backpacking days, eschewing the shelter of a tent for the open sky. I fell asleep under a canopy of stars, light years away, but close enough to be a song. This poem speaks to the eternal spark with such depth and beauty. Thank you!

  17. Nathalie (Spacedlaw) July 10th, 2009 3:31 am

    Very poetic view.

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