Friday, February 8, 2013

Contemplating the Universe

Pin-pricks
of light
peek through
the tattered blanket
of darkness
weaving a tapestry
of
infinite mysteries.

22 comments:

Amy LV said...

Such a sweetness here. I am actually remembering my own blankie....Happy Poetry Friday!

Liz Steinglass said...

Wonderful! I love the link between something so close and so familiar with something so great and mysterious.

Tamera Will Wissinger said...

Tapestry and mysteries...love it, Bridget. Reminds me of many long-ago blanket forts!

jama said...

I'm reminded of my blanket forts too -- you've captured a magical moment in your lovely poem. :)

Bridget Magee said...

Aww, thanks Amy. I love the feel of special blankies - loved to bits. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Liz! Amazing where my mind will wander...=)

Bridget Magee said...

Blanket forts are favorite with my girls to "hide" and read. Thanks for stopping by, Tamera! =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Jama! My girls made blanket forts using every available chair in the house. It got to the point that there was no where to sit down. So I just crawled in and joined them. =)

Buffy Silverman said...

This is quite magical, Bridget. I love the light weaving a tapestry of mystery.

Robyn Hood Black said...

Blanket forts! A child's own safe, magical universe. Thanks for taking us along there today, Bridget.

Author Amok said...

Hi, Bridget. Although my brothers and I played with blanket forts, your poem reminds me of a famous haiku. I will try to track it down, but the poet compares pinpricks of light through a paper screen to starlight. Just beautiful.

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Buffy! It's fun to wallow in the unknown, isn't it? =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Robyn, for joining me! =)

Bridget Magee said...

It's funny, when I first wrote this I was thinking of starlight, but it morphed...like poetry does sometimes. I love what each reader brings to a poem. Thanks for stopping by -- I'd love to know/see the haiku you are thinking of. =)

Carmela Martino said...

Hi Bridget,
I love the "pin-pricks of light." I guess I took the "tattered blanket" literally, because I pictured a blanket fort, too. :-)

Joyce Ray said...

Ah! A dual level poem. I didn't picture "blankies" as some did but can see why. And to a child, everything outside that blankie seems to be a mystery. I saw the night sky ragged with holes where starlight shines through. Very nice.

Bridget Magee said...

You are not alone, Carmela! So funny how a poem can mean different things to different readers. I love that! Thanks for stopping by and commenting. =)

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Joyce! "Dual level poem" - I like that! Thanks for reading on this fine Friday! =)

Karen Edmisten said...

Lovely.
I didn't picture a child's blanket, but rather a well-worn, full-size blanket that has seen it all.

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Karen! I love all the interpretations and views of this poem. I love that every reader takes away what fits them best from the combination of words. So cool! =)

Mary Lee said...

The universe does contain infinite mysteries!

Bridget Magee said...

Indeed, Mary Lee! And so does poetry sometimes. =)

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