We were three bright stars,
three sisters, no brother,
never far from our earth mother,
an open star cluster
until I discovered the universe,
my comet tail burning through space.
Now, middle-aged Pleiades,
we are fading stars and sisterhood is nebulous
in the stubborn constellation of Taurus.
No longer a pole star in your lives,
I’m just a white dwarf,
a faint glimmer in the night sky.
But look closely and you’ll see
that the star you wish on every night is me.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Pentimento, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Amaya, our host this Tuesday, tells us that she is fascinated by the concept of the pentimento, which in art is an alteration to a work as evidenced by traces of a previous work, showing that the artist has changed his/her mind. She has shared a famous example of the hidden woman’s face in the bent neck of Pablo Picasso’s ‘The Old Guitarist’.
Amaya has challenged us to write a poem in any form about a time (specifically or abstractly) we changed our mind. Keep in mind that pentimento in Italian means ‘repentance’, so a change for the greater good is what we’re going for, not one resulting in regret or even greater remorse. She has suggested one method of doing so by going back and reading something we wrote years ago to see if it’s something we would be ready to publish today. I have revisited a poem I wrote and posted in 2016.
This is wonderful… the change we have to live with, but still a star… to wish upon every little star, that is what I will do.
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This is a very personal poem about the relationship with my sister’s.
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I did see that… yes and the star of your mother…
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😊🌌
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I LOVE this Kim. And even before your reply to Bjorn, I FELT that this was a poem about a family, sisters with no brother….the mother….and the one breaking away into the universe…possible estrangement but the knowledge that the love is always there. At least, that’s how I read it…Just a wonderful write and the references to the solar world are so well weaved here.
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Thank you, Lill! It’s great to see you back at the pub. I hope you had a wonderful ending to your fabulous trip and I’ll be back to read shortly.
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A really beautiful poem! Your last line seals the deal…. Amazing how life can change us from romantics to bulls in a china closet!
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight!
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The “sisterhood is nebulous” blew me away because it is a wonderful choice of words here but also because I experience it in my own life. I think this is a beautiful poem about familial love and how there is no separation even with the cosmos pulling us apart. And, I’m glad you tried the looking back on an old piece of writing technique. I wasn’t so brave;)
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Thank you, Amaya.
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Often, with change comes loss.. but it doesn’t have to be that way. Not if we look closely, not if at the core the change is fueled by what used to be.
I really like this. And Amaya’s promt, too.
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Thank you, Magaly.
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Nice last two lines.
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Thanks Frank!
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Well, I can’t see where you’ve changed a bit. And I think your verse has stood the test of time as well, still stands shining as the star
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Thank you Walter!
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Fantabulous story-telling! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you so much, Dorna!
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I like the way the change in the relationship echoes the idea of a later alteration to a piece of artwork.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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Like that last line.. it says so much!
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Thank you, Rajani!
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love the very personal anthropomorphism with that wistful wish to complete it p.s. the Pleiades my favourite star cluster – will always think of it in relation to this poem now.
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Thank you, Laura!
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Love your flow of words ….a ride through the galaxy. And the last lines-….ode to you…. so sweet 🙂
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Thank you, Viv! 😊🌌
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😊
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‘and sisterhood is nebulous’… sigh… love this and the references to the solar world are absolutely exquisite!❤❤
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Thank you, Sanaa 💕
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I felt you were writing about a real life relationship before i scrolled down the comments section. I sensed wanting to be an identity not just as sisters but individual too. but being there when the other needed sisterly magic.
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Just beautiful, Kim. It did read as family to me. Love your ending.
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Thank you, Sara.
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(clapping hands vigorously!) Brilliant.
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Thank you so much, Misky 😊
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Ah, this is lovely, Kim. I am always a fan of the stars in poetry and how perfect is that conclusion?
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Thank you so much, Kerry.
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The constellation of family so beautifully described. I left the poem singing Rose Royce’s ‘Wishing on a star’
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😊
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Yes, I can see family in this. I am one of three sisters. Beautiful piece
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Thank you, Susie.
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The threads, however faint and rewoven, still connect I think…(K)
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🙂
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Well, “sisterhood is nebulous,” that is some serious truth. I really like this thoughtful poem.
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Thank you, Marian!
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