Stars II

oh, crude street lamp!
the tinge you cast,
that sickly orange, passed
my shadow. that hue’s clamp
pulled it back til it went last
along the sidewalk. the damp
light forced it to encamp

just under the post.
i look up to nothing kind
but a flickering mind,
in itself too engrossed
to see beyond, behind,
upwards, the skyline coast.
where light is made the most.

but You’re there
even when the fake,
when the imposters make
their fluorescent glare
stronger than i can take,
i trust on nights this fair
that Your light can share.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

Stars

Hey everyone! So I started class this week and have still to get used to the work load... So this is a poem I wrote when I first came to Hanover, inspired by the sky when I was walking back to the dorm one night. Enjoy!

-CD


Stars are such a godly feat
For looking at them takes respect,
But not to simply circumspect,
Take them in like quiet sleet.
Take them standing on the street.

Their icy sheen may be remote,
In distant caverns of our time,
Far from reason, close to rhyme.
And in between my feet and throat,
My heart beats in a broken rote.

The trembles that the world can feel
Cannot be sensed by distant eyes,
For they have more to visualize,
More to press and more to heal,
Tucked away in space-less steel.

But they are numerous and far,
And I will never see them all,
Each their names I will not call.
But in its stream of glistening mar,
Nothing compares to a star.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

Road Trip

Why can’t I quite look past
The first line of darkened trees?
The lighting on the road sufficient,
I can see all of it quite omniscient.
But what I cannot see with ease
Is what I know is built to last.

The road gives way to stronger woods,
As if it knows that they were first.
But yet the lamps that map the route
Drown out the nature in a bout
Of harshness. This is the worst
Of our “wants,” our “haves,” our “could”’s.

I’m never one to hate any light,
For showing any path is fair.
But to have existence so intrude
I find perhaps to be too crude.
I wish I couldn’t see here, but there.
I wish the forest were more bright.

Perhaps my favorite thing about cars
Is how they are likely to be stopped
Without notice. So I look left
To quickly marvel at her deft
Work. With the high beams dropped,
I can look freely at the stars.

Unpublished Material, ©2010 Cali Digre