Sun, Sea, Stars

The name of this blog is Poetry, Prose, and Poppycock. If you've read any of my previous posts, you may have noticed that so far, it's been a little more like Poppycock, Prose, and Poetry, or maybe even just Poppycock, Poppycock, and Poppycock. I've been pretty heavy on the poppycock and comparatively light on the poetry.

This is partly intentional. After all, a dose of poppycock-riddled prose is good medicine for this crazy world we inhabit, but, alas! Since this is Poetry, Prose, and Poppycock, I figure, it's high time I post a poem. I wouldn't want to disappoint all those people coming to this blog with the outlandish idea there would poetry amidst these digital pages. So all of you thirsting for a little poetry, here you go:

Sun, Sea, Stars by Mark Chase

Your face shines like the sun On the dew covered dawn Your smile the gentle beam My soul the flower it falls upon

A privileged partaker In this garden that you grace The most beautiful morning view Painted across your face

Your eyes sparkle like the stars In the crisp night sky A breathtaking galaxy born In the silent opening of your eyes

But your eyes are just the surface A sea of stars dancing ballet beneath You show me as I dive in A galactic tour of your heart's coral reef

Coming up for air, souls as full as lungs A middle, an ending, or a story just begun Heads lay on the ground, eyes lifted above A star in the sky for every chance to love

Your heart a constellation Mine the shooting star in flight Love and life crossing Our place beneath the Big Dipper tonight

Credit: Bob King