A Comet’s Tale…

Posted on March 9, 2013 | 37 Comments

moonlit_scary_night
The moonlit grove
withheld
all breath,
as the
fallen figure
prepared for death.
Ancient eyes pleaded
the night sky to relent
’til as prophecy foretold
his comet began it’s ascent.
The Ancient One smiled,
as with a final surge
he let go life,  evaded death,
… his soul flying high to merge…
LadyP©2013

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37 responses to “A Comet’s Tale…”

  1. Sue Dreamwalker | March 9, 2013 at 4:33 pm | Reply

    Great poem Pen, and yes Keep your heads Up and eyes peeled,
    The ‘Signs’ are there for all to see…
    Have a great weekend Pen

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  2. Beth | March 9, 2013 at 5:04 pm | Reply

    Excellent Pen! Made me stop and think. xx

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  3. inidna | March 9, 2013 at 6:00 pm | Reply

    That first picture sets quite an eerie tone for the poem but I do find it quite fitting. Good stuff Pen 🙂

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    • penpusherpen | March 10, 2013 at 11:34 am | Reply

      I thought so too, Andini, I picked it after I’d completed the poem, and it was ‘the’ one… Just the right amount of ‘scary’ type of thing… thank you for reading my Comet tale and pleased you enjoyed it.. xPenx

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  4. Tom (Aquatom1968) | March 9, 2013 at 6:29 pm | Reply

    Very nice Pen… are you aware that we have a comet passing us right now that will soon be visible with the naked eye? I’m looking forward to seeing it!

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    • penpusherpen | March 10, 2013 at 11:37 am | Reply

      I wasn’t aware ’til I went searching for links for the Comet Photo, Sir Aquatom..then all manner of headlines told me… It was just a happy coincidence. Or, mayhap my mind was linked with the event?.. and the poem came from a deep subconscious place, … then again. maybe not… 😉
      xPenx

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  5. Monica | March 9, 2013 at 7:23 pm | Reply

    words and pictures are pure magic

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  6. Robin | March 9, 2013 at 7:54 pm | Reply

    I agree with Monica — pure magic, Pen. 🙂

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    • penpusherpen | March 10, 2013 at 11:46 am | Reply

      thank you Robin, it needed a bit of work ’til I could get just the right ‘feel’ to it… It’s strange how just one word here or there can change the whole character of a poem… ‘n Magic as a description I like… twofold too… 🙂
      xPenx

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  7. bluebee | March 9, 2013 at 8:05 pm | Reply

    I love this – we are made from materials that come from the skies and to that we return

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    • penpusherpen | March 10, 2013 at 11:48 am | Reply

      It’s long been a dream of mine, bb, … (well, not yet… but at the appropriate time far hence)… that to the heavens we fly, as you say, becoming as one with the materials that bore us… xx

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  8. prenin | March 9, 2013 at 8:50 pm | Reply

    Good poem hun! 🙂

    There’s a comet passing close by tonight, close enough to spot with the naked eye, but I couldn’t tell you where to look!!! 🙂

    Love and hugs!

    Prenin.

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    • penpusherpen | March 10, 2013 at 11:52 am | Reply

      My thanks, Sir Prenin, pleased you enjoyed the read, and yes, after the poem was a done deal, I searched for a link to Comet info via the photo, and was bombarded with news about the event. Sadly our area was covered by cloud, but the mere thought was exciting… Luv n’ hugs my friend. xPenx

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  9. willowdot21 | March 10, 2013 at 12:12 am | Reply

    Amazing and beautiful.

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  10. deadpoet88 | March 10, 2013 at 5:51 am | Reply

    So magical! Very beautiful piece!

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  11. giselzitrone | March 10, 2013 at 10:23 am | Reply

    Hallo liebe Pen,ein großes und schönes Gedicht wirklich schön und tiefgründig.Wünsche dir einen schönen Sonntag.Lieber Gruß Gislinde

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  12. shreejacob | March 10, 2013 at 11:01 am | Reply

    I just read a poem on Sage Doyle’s blog about someone so wounded that they are unable to trust….even themselves…..to come to your blog post of hope. That no matter what…even if we lay “dying”…..that the Ancient wisdom and light within us all…we are the light and we will ascend and we will see that which is beautiful and that we can do that right now…enclosed in our human frailty 🙂
    This is the link to the poem if you want to read it : http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/2013/03/09/coaxed/

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    • penpusherpen | March 10, 2013 at 12:10 pm | Reply

      I tried the link Shree, and Wow, it was a dark one, but then that’s the trouble with relationships, you never really know what’s going to happen, trust is given blindly, without constraint and can be taken and twisted, so it’s difficult to put yourself in that vulnerable position again… It passes tho’ … or so I assume 😉 … Just good to know I lifted your mood my friend. … xPenx

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      • shreejacob | March 10, 2013 at 12:12 pm | Reply

        Yes it was a dark one…I felt like running and hugging the person close and to tell him / her that it will be ok. And yes, your poem helped bring the light into the dark 🙂

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        • penpusherpen | March 10, 2013 at 12:20 pm | Reply

          I’ve just left a comment on the site, Shree, it’s always difficult to know if the person is telling a personal tale or just imagining what it would be like… Sometimes with me it’s just imagination, as with this poem, and others I draw from my own experience… That’s when the reader is just left wondering I suppose…xx

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          • shreejacob | March 10, 2013 at 12:23 pm | Reply

            So true. I remember the time when I was in my dark place and I used to write some pretty dark stuff….it was just the way I felt during the time…it was imagination but at the same time not.
            Sage’s poems are not all dark though 🙂 but they do have this ability to make me ponder quite a bit! hehehe. I’m going to take a peek at your comment! *hugs* and a wonderful Sunday evening to you 🙂

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  13. natswans | March 10, 2013 at 12:21 pm | Reply

    Beautiful Pen gets you thinking.
    Hugs Sheila x

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  14. Eddie Two Hawks | March 10, 2013 at 4:30 pm | Reply

    love this image! makes me wonder if it will come to pass
    hugs, Eddie

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  15. Alexander M Zoltai | March 10, 2013 at 4:53 pm | Reply

    I love the way poetry can be so informatively ambiguous:

    “The moonlit grove
    withheld
    all breath…”

    Is the grove not breathing—can no one in the grove breathe?

    Both??

    🙂

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  16. ajit peter | March 11, 2013 at 5:10 am | Reply

    hi hope ur fine how are u a lovely poem

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  17. Gaël LOAËC/Paul ANDREWS (Blog 3) | March 14, 2013 at 8:15 am | Reply

    Merveilleuse plume que la tienne miss Pen !!!! bises

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