L. B. Mek

Starlight’s, shepherding: as spatial kinesics



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


  • 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' 🍻

          • Neil Higgins

            Simply brilliant LB.As someone suffering from what golfers call "the yips" or in writing circles,"writer's block",you have produced a masterpiece my friend.

            • L. B. Mek

              oh hell no, away with those bedevilled words
              'writers block' is my worst from of reality - hell cell:
              in a few days, I get the withdrawal symptom shakes
              in a week, I'll have lost weight
              in a month - I'm asking people 'who am I'
              any longer and I think I would need resuscitation.!
              (wait, where's the salt
              how can I get into my wifi) 😕🧂🧂🧂
              'overreacting' - 'dramatic' - 'detached from reality'
              yeah, and add-on all he rest - to my tab
              but have mercy, Universe...
              give me back my threadbare lifeline for self-expression
              ahem, .. might have gotten carried away with this ramble
              but I'm sure most wannabe wordsmith's like me
              can relate (maybe not so openly).. hmmm
              lmao! thanks dear Poet
              hope my words can help gift you a chuckle
              and your imagination, a jump start

            • 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

                • Teddy.15

                  As you always do in your fine style dear L.B you have taught your reader that in fact nothing is impossible. You and your poetry are the great shining 🌟 here.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    stars blink out, too young
                    or get hunted down, best
                    to just fit-in, do your own thing
                    and never take things for granted, I find
                    dear Poetess
                    (I for one, will never tire
                    of your infectious enthusiasm
                    thank you!)

                  • 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

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