A Star at midday

For Francois, my friend poet who helped me more than he knew.
We had planned on more time.
I miss him.

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There is a star fallen at midday on the hill
It burns and sparkles between two houses
It blinks and pulsates
Winks and beckons
Then it falters and vanishes in the shadows of a bush
in the beginnings of a summer haze and its smoky greens.

What is it sending in its beamed message?
What did you say that I did not hear?
Was it hope or caution signs?
Was it ‘believe’ or ‘dream no more’?
What did you say to me?

A sparrow lands at my feet
lured by crumbs, vestiges of a feast.
‘Feed the dream’ she says in earnest.
I smile.
Do I ever hear anything else?

 Francois. 21 juin 2014

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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11 Responses to A Star at midday

  1. Beautiful.
    No matter which language, no one writes like you, Em.

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  2. john zande says:

    Beautiful. Has Francois left us?

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  3. PapaBear says:

    I offer you my sympathy for your loss, Emm, but that is little to compensate for the loss of a friend. Hold the great memories in your heart, as I know you will, and be thankful for his presence in your life, as I know you will. Love and prayers……

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  4. Randstein says:

    The poem is even more beautiful now that I understand. I was catching up by reading the latest to the earliest and didn’t have the full context of it. It is too hard to say goodbye to a dear friend in such circumstance but your poem tells us so much more than goodbye. I hope for your peace of mind. Hugz! -Dan


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