Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Month of Poetry #12: A sevenling for a Starman

I'm sure I won't be the only sad fan writing a poem about David Bowie today ... but for Day 12, here's mine.

A sevenling for a Starman

Three things, above all things, he gave:
A sense of strangeness; trickling sound that itches;
license to perform the fluid self.

Three things he told us, buried in song:
we can be heroes; our spinning world is blue;
the stars never sleep, the dead ones and the living.

The final ship is launched, and the fires burn on.

- Kathy, 12/01/16

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