Stared at by Stars

Sometimes I wonder how I can
go out at night, being
stared at by stars, indifferent but
knowing my business,
hearing the rows, the
peculiar silence of
just-slammed doors, the
attrition of life unlived, the
rows of books unread and
unwritten, the smell of
ambition lacking, goals,
projects, leaking from windows.

I turn up my collar, pull my
hat down, refuse to
look those cold
hard stars in the eye.

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  • Fernan Carrière  On April 27, 2015 at 9:48 pm

    This poem reminded of a quotation from a 17th century French philosopher, Blaise Pascal : “The eternal silence of infinite space frightens me.” (very rough translation, mine). This quotation has been tumbling in my mind for the past week : there is no meaning to life… we are but “stardust”, whirling in time and space, from one form to another, indefinitely. Let’s make the most of it.

    • fridayam  On April 27, 2015 at 9:59 pm

      Thank you. I knew Pascal’s comment, but wasn’t thinking of it when I wrote this.Thank you for reminding me of it! I’m not prepared to give up on a meaning of life just yet, but I certainly believe in “carpe diem”!

  • englishdelicacy  On April 30, 2015 at 10:02 pm

    Carpe diem is an excellent motto. I say go for it. xxx

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