Last Waltz

Last Waltz

The Longest Sigh

In the winter of my life,
when stars have danced
and taken light
that would be mine
if only I had dared to dance,
then, skyward,
would I dare to glance
for answers and another
chance, to find it was
too late? For what are stars
that they should wait and not
perform another dance?

Not a pantoum, but inspired by Merril’s pantoum in response to the optional prompt for Day Twenty-two of National/Global Poetry Writing Month – to write a poem in which the impossible thing happens, from a choice of given statements, and this one was:
                    “The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.”

Image source: Astronomy Picture of the Day
(NGC 3344, from ESA/Hubble and NASA)

NaPoWriMo 2018


15 thoughts on “Last Waltz

  1. Pingback: NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2018 – Day 22 – “The Stars Spell Out Your Name” by David Ellis | toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish)

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