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:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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    1. 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. =)

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

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

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

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  7. 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.

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    1. 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. =)

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

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    1. 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. =)

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  9. 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.

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

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

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    1. 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! =)

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  11. The universe does contain infinite mysteries!

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

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