Frank Prem

on an axis wheeling

I look to the sky at night
watch the star-ways wheeling
around an axis
in isolated glimpses strobed apart
by months and weeks


they or I perform a pivot
and then go around again


I spin in awe
not certain what to make
of a darkness filled with pinpoint
spots of mystery


or perhaps it is all light
well separated by perspective
across time and space
to cause patterns
that my eyes can find


I wonder if the flickers
point the way to a god
who is somewhere
who could be anywhere at all
within stellar perfection
while the conundrum

who am I

is awe enough


or do I have a task
to elevate
a sense of cosmic being
into the fabric of belief


I look to the sky
the milky way turned again
as though upon an axis
and I spin


I spin around
I turn
on a night
so overfilled with stars
I can believe




  • orchidee

    A fine write Frank.

    • Frank Prem

      Thank you, O. Cheers.

    • FredPeyer

      Frank, you make looking at the sky a big adventure! Kudos!

      • Frank Prem

        It's pretty amazing any time, but a glory when in a speculative mood.

        Thanks Fred.

        Cheers. STay warm over there.

        • FredPeyer

          The mornings are cool (long pants, sweat-shirt), but the days are always warm (shorts, t-shirt, slippers)

        • Scrambled Letters

          Mighty fine piece of work Frank

          • Frank Prem

            Thank you SL. Appreciated.

          • Louis Gibbs

            Would that I could share the experience you describe, Frank, but 'night-blindness' disallows. A well penned experience you share in this good write!

            • Frank Prem

              That's a shame Louis. I find it a soulful kind of experience.

            • Tony36

              Great write

              • Frank Prem

                Cheers Tony.

                • Tony36


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