When I sat down to write Comet, one of the lines from the cloud of quotes floating around in my head jumped out at me: Toss a penny in the pond, make a wish – and then it’s gone.
Of course, I modified it a little, for the sake of the poem, but this line jumped-started this poem’s main line of thought, the idea of a wish. A wish is a dream you want to bring to reality, but your dreams change as you grow, as does your wishes. This poem suggests those little folk-tales, bedtime stories that just flit into your headspace sometimes when you see certain things, beliefs that follow you from the childhood you thought you left behind, reminiscent of the wishes you thought you left behind, I suppose.
Making a wish on a shooting star is kind of sad, when you slow down to think about it. A shooting star is falling, dropping from the skies, like the wishes you make and discard, and that’s perhaps why I kept the original prompt, comet, as the title. A comet is, after all, a star that appears to be shooting across the sky, only, instead of falling, it flies somewhere far, far away in the outerspace, only returning in a few years, or a few decades, or even a few centuries later, however, no matter what, it would still come back. And if I had a choice, I’d wish upon the comet, because then, whether or not I’d still be around, it’s still up there, somewhere, and someday, it’d return here once more.
You can find the poem here.