Two Falling Stars

IMG_E8285Two falling stars in a universe of billions
Sometimes clashing like two knives cutting
Bleeding rightness // then finding we are wrong
Seeking forgiveness //pledging to get along
Entangled in the night like the roots of a tree
Holding on to the foundation that keeps us free
We are two bodies // waves of ebb and flow
In an ocean of night, as days come and go
Age brings with it // fossils // embedded in stone
Looking back with nostalgia as the sun sets all alone
We are pieces of the universe on collision course
When two falling stars embedded with great force
Forever lie together in the dust of the earth

Today at d’Verse we are looking at international poetry. It is easy for poetry intent to get lost in translation.  Lara gave us poems from three different international poets and asked us to pick one that inspired us and write it in our own perspective. I chose, Two Bodies, by the Mexican poet Octavio Paz.  You can read the original version below:

Octavio Paz (1914-1998) – Another Spanish speaker and more recent Nobel prize winner. Born in Mexico, he was a political activist, ambassador and essayist so that much of his poetry reads like prose poems, “written within the perpetual motion and transparencies of the eternal present tense.” 
Two Bodies
Two bodies face to face
are at times two waves
and night is an ocean.

Two bodies face to face
are at times two stones
and night a desert.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two roots
laced into night.
Two bodies face to face
are at times two knives
and night strikes sparks.
Two bodies face to face
are two stars falling
in an empty sky.


Painting: Dwight L. Roth

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Painting is inspiration flowing from a brush

The soul of the artist flowing onto the canvas

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The heart of the poet flowing onto the page

Blended colorful creations stimulating the mind

Transporting the viewer

Each to their individual place

Words that blend in unexpected ways

Running down rabbit holes in the mind

Finding a nest there to birth new creations

Interpretation found in the eye of the beholder

The Rorschach test of color and beauty

Reading one’s life into a poem

Seeing one’s life in a painting

Mind stimulation taking us back

Pushing us forward

Leaving us in awe


Every artist

dips his brush into his own soul


paints his own nature

into the picture

~Henry Ward Beecher~


Painting: Dwight L. Roth