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Fishing For Stars: A Seeker's Anthology
Fishing For Stars: A Seeker's Anthology
Fishing For Stars: A Seeker's Anthology
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Fishing For Stars: A Seeker's Anthology

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Fishing For Stars: A Seeker's Anthology casts a fishing rod into the ocean of human experience, capturing facets of connection, impulse, contemplation, and the innate desire to seek. The reader will embark on a 43-poem journey, traveling through 5 stages and ultimately being left with a decision to make: to let desires sink or to reel them in.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 10, 2024
ISBN9798224085019
Fishing For Stars: A Seeker's Anthology

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    Fishing For Stars - Ryleigh Pengel

    Part I: Supernova Sinker

    I Will Tend to Your Broken Body Until My Hands Are Cauterized

    A Requiem of An Anemic Meteor

    My Anemic meteor

    A little enervated heaven

    Dragging across the spotty nightscape

    With all of your apple peel bruises.

    In the next life you’ll act as a bright, burning celestial body.

    You’ll linger as long as Halley

    Coming and going like my winter blues

    Dancing with the sun over thousands of years

    Or perhaps you can reincarnate into Cassiopeia

    Excelling in all your vanity and regality

    More visible to Earth than the pigment in your skin.

    Woefully, my dear

    It will never be.

    My pleas with the sky will never mold you into Halley or Cassiopeia

    For you’ll eternally be my little anemic meteor

    One day forgotten,

    Burning out over the world.

    Numbers

    As the hands have crawled, I’ve become wary of numbers.

    They touch me in a way that winter’s breath never could.

    So final, so finite

    Bulimic, engorging and plump

    The least choicest berries on the tree.

    The numbers on the phone,

    The progress percent

    The marker on the paper

    The numerals with glass guards

    They all hum a solemn tune,

    Marching to a concrete, maddening beat

    Something so robotic

    But far too close to home

    And far too familiar with the minerals under my skin.

    I hollered and wailed for the numbers to stop

    But my awaited bosom never came.

    I tried to claw and clamber out of the depths of the display, but Cronos shoved me down.

    I say damn it all.

    Tree Dove

    Tree Dove

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