Serendipity
Author's Note: Poetry is one of the few things I believe should be enjoyed in its unadulterated form. Therefore, when I constructed the first four poems, I thought it only appropriate to put them out there without any editing. Hopefully, the moments of when I'm inspired by a particular emotion show through in an accurate way. Now, here's the "masterpiece" I've been working on. I believe it might reveal the more "reflective" side of Helga's nature. It centers on a personification theme I started developing when staring out at the night sky a few weeks ago, and the resulting piece is the one you see before you. Anyway, it's called "Estrella." In case you don't know, that's Spanish for "star." With this said, the object of my personification I'm referring to must be painfully obvious by now. Then what's the theme, you ask? Arnold's left Hillwood City to go live with his parents in San Lorenzo, and Helga's missing him, of course. Enjoy and please review!
Estrella
Even a small star shines in the darkness.
- Finnish proverb
The stage is being set for night's grand entrance:
Bands of orange and gold march across the sky,
While streaks infused with pink and red hues trail behind.
I watch with wonder as the curtains finally part;
A vast black expanse materializes,
Slowly being filled up by countless twinkling lights.
Leading this procession is the moon herself,
For she plays the role of presider,
As she has always done and will continue to do for all time.
What really captivates my attention is you.
It is true you lack the prominence your flashier counterparts have,
Nor do you occupy a particularly advantageous spot in the heavens.
Perhaps your very obscurity is what endears you to me;
You serve a vital function for me.
I imagine a certain boy far away in a distant jungle land,
Gazing upon you in the same manner I do.
In this way we share a connection again,
And I am able to bear the severance of our ties all those years ago.
Little Estrella, can you tell me what he is doing now?
What does he look like?
Does he still act on his altruistic instincts?
Is he truly happy with those whom he has been deprived of for so long?
But I would give up any opportunity to know the answers to these burning questions,
If only you could grant my greatest desire, little Estrella;
Please impart the message I never delivered:
Goodbye, Arnold.
Author's Note: I dedicate "Estrella" to my four best friends and adopted "siblings": Jeremy, Rachel, Michele, and Sarah. Whatever you're doing now, I wish you all the best life has to offer.