Caroline Misner

Meteor Shower

All I need is to see the stars
shimmy between the pines
and the slow cruise of the planets
pulsing between the cedar boughs.

Theirs is a numbered stupor compared
to the meteor shower, hitched
to the dome of sky, their every movement
preordained and numb.

We waited through the orchid dusk,
spilling lavender and vermillion
in the orchestra of clouds; waited
for the day to tick to its end—

a timepiece in an old man’s pocket
that he has forgotten to wind.
At first the moths were sluggish,
patting wings against the screen;

insects doped so they could barely
lift themselves from the fluid
grasses. Darkness stretched our
anticipation as though tuning

a harp string. We hoped the clouds
would clear and no sliver of moon
would make an appearance while
we sit on damp and mildewed logs.

Voices on the radio had promised
a spectacle that only makes
an appearance once a year
like a faded film star shunned

and made obsolete by the smug
and fickle masses. These meteors
are too young for such a retirement.  
No detonations spark their birth;

they appear as shining slashes
between the lids of a shuttered
eye, unhinged from their celestial
solitudes. And I let slip how you

have to get used to eating leftovers
now that we’ve abandoned
the pale stars of the city
and embraced this Elysium.


Greetings one and all and welcome to my brand new website!  Please bear with me  portraitI work on filling its pages with news and musings. Being technologically challenged, it may take a while to work out some of the glitches and I hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.  In the meantime, please feel free to browse through the archives and have a look at some of my work.  I've been writing poetry ever since I could remember and I've decided to include a section of Juvenilia in the archives.  Most of the poems listed there were written in my early teens and many of them are just plain awful!  But a few gems do stand out and I hope you enjoy them.  Also, if you would like to know more about me and the work I do, please feel free to click on "About".  There I have posted a brief biography of myself.  I'm not trying to be falsely modest, but I really loathe bragging about myself.  I feel an author's work should stand on its own merits and where an author was born or where she lives or what she eats for breakfast are completely irrelevant.

I would also be remiss if I didn't included a big Thank You! to my oldest son, Kevin, who with a friend designed this website for me and programmed it so that even I could manage it.  And another big Thank You! goes to my dear father Jan Kurz, who was in on it the whole time and provided the stunning photography behind the text of the daily poem.  And another big Thank You! goes out to all the editors, publishers and fellow writers who have supported me and my work over the years and gave me a chance when I needed it, including a Journey Prize nomination and two Pushcart Prize nominations!

"...And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt."
--Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)