Starlight’s, shepherding: as spatial kinesics

L. B. Mek



Moonlight, granting farsighted spectral signs

peeking, through wishful neon lights

and shadow spheres wrapped in hollow fears


no cushioning this somber notes

heavy burdens leaning on overworked forearms

blood rivers, in eyes - wide: awake

yearning that escape of concussed, bliss

lights-out, freedom

from this pummelling of life.


Eyelashes quivering, tiredness overwhelming

yet that wink of a half-moon smirk

twinkles and dances, teasing a galaxy of lies


beyond all-things bleak

must surely reside, that promise land

of all-things bright

how else can our universe, drink light

swimming in black

its unrelenting blanket of stygian night

thriving proud, like

millions of galaxies are inconsequential 

to its all-conquering

hopelessness of eternal bleakness, but surely

it too, is but a mere shadow

of that hopeful better in existence’s, virescent colour.


Shuffling those echoes of ruffled worries

once more, a staring match till dawn

now blinking resembles a foreworn habit

too late, to try and shut-out fate

tomorrow’s problems are wide awake

in today’s, hurtling seconds


maybe, just quit

surrender like all the rest, give-in

and swallow regret 

like a morning-after pill, for consequence

why not? When drugstores

brazenly, sale everything addictive for cheap

flavoured in greed


sleeping pills, too

and who needs food

when supplement, pills

can last a month, surely

that will do


but, will it?


Can it be that easy, and if so

why do our wilful homeless

look, even more weary – I guess

escapism, has its own price


but, drunk hearts

and drug addled, minds 

get to take space flights

traverse, impossible mirages  

in a blur 

land anywhere and laugh

asking why: they’re still here, draped 

in all-things sufferingly drear.


Belatedly, nature begins to embrace daybreak

and eyebrows strain, a last squint

one shimmering star: still lingers - incandescent


across lightyears of a blinked promise

a whisper, sends its solace

not yet - not yet! 

There’s still hope, while I draw breath

there’s still love, in all that I possess

and if all else fails, there’s: still you

for me, to reach out to…



© L. B. Mek

July 2021

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2021 03:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 55


  • Florence J

    Beautifully captivating! Soo thought provoking.

    The depth of this poem is unmatched.
    Stanza 10 is my favourite, drug addled minds. The imagery in this poem is breathtakingly beautiful.
    I can’t wait for your next post 💛

    • L. B. Mek

      wow, your words humble me
      and you're far too generous, but
      in this world that savours
      every opportunity to belittle
      and drag each other down
      I won't pretend, to not appreciate your generosity
      however undeserving my scribble may be
      and so, I thank you: wholeheartedly!

      • Florence J

        I agree, the society we find ourselves in now is really negative and rarely uplift one another.

        Thank you for taking the time to scribble back hehe! Made me even more eager for your next piece

      • Lorna

        Well written darkness.........

        • L. B. Mek

          although, with a noticeable mention
          of those glimpsed starlight's, of hope..
          thank you, for reading and commenting

        • Neville

          What an amazing treatise you have so eloquently laid before us here, encapsulating all that decent folk & poets, should really turn their back on, frown upon and despise .. well poemed my friend ................... N

          • L. B. Mek

            'well poemed my friend'
            merely 4 throwaway words to most, but from the right - source
            enough to fuel my poetic enthusiasm for a whole week!
            thank you
            'you lead, I'll gratefully: follow' 🍻

          • Fay Slimm.

            Quite brilliant L.B. this star-like saga of life's heavy burdens over-loading those who at times take escapism to extreme yet the final stanza notes how love alone can foster solace as the world spins around yet again with its shadows of better existence seen through intentional farsighteness. Sm keeping this one in my fave-list.

            • L. B. Mek

              'yet the final stanza notes
              how love alone can foster solace
              as the world spins around yet again
              with its shadows of better existence, seen
              through intentional farsightedness.'
              (best lines of poetry, on this page!!!)
              thank you! dear Fay
              for gracing my page with your wisdom
              and never failing, to highlight
              the most critical elements I want to convey
              in my humble writes

            • Goldfinch60

              Wonderful words Mek.
              Yes there is always hope for us to hold onto and that hope will become reality.


              • L. B. Mek

                thank you, my friend

              • beano

                A wonderfuly deep and inspiring write, dear poet!

                • L. B. Mek

                  glad you could connect with my humble write, thank you
                  for your encouraging comments, dear poet

                • ron parrish aka wordman

                  loved the theme of stars being herders

                  • L. B. Mek

                    right? that's the image
                    that I was drawn-to from the start
                    thanks for noting and highlighting that visual aspect
                    and am so happy, you enjoyed the read dear poet

                    • ron parrish aka wordman

                      you`re welcome

                    • sorenbarrett

                      "Moonlight, granting farsighted spectral signs
                      peeking, through wishful neon lights" Prophetic words reminiscent of Paul Simon's "Sounds of Silence" Great images "blood rivers, in eyes" " a half-moon smirk" "how else can our universe, drink light
                      swimming in black"
                      Intriguing rhymes mixed in for spice. The metaphors are myriad, one of my favorite " Shuffling those echoes of ruffled worries" . "surrender like all the rest, give-in
                      and swallow regret
                      like a morning-after pill, for consequence" such a poetic entrance to the issue of a pill for everything with even deeper meaning beyond the pharmaceutical. Yet the darkness painted glimmers with hope a wonderful poetic masterpiece.

                      • L. B. Mek

                        ah, kind friend
                        these were the days when my ink
                        was worth a droplet of loose change
                        and a kind heart's consideration..
                        you've excavated a true favourite here
                        glad your kindness was rewarded
                        with one of my better efforts,
                        good to be reminded that I too
                        can write like this, once in a while.. lol
                        thank you!

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