We learn in defining fire. Carbon remains grow Brains in curriculum Derived in lives sprung From seas, plains, Trees --speed to escape Velocities --wind, engines, Sails, rockets-- tusks and Tails dropped to the ground. After which, sudden Silence, an absent Sound of startled Birds, replaces words.
I like the path of this. It makes me think that even in the carbon star stuff of which we are stitched is a desire to soar even into a place of silence, which I take as peace. The tails and tusks dropping the ground reminds me of our expiration, but a mere phase.
Thanks, Tom. I too have long wondered at the universal mystery of combustion --in stars and in the slower, measured process of metabolism. The universe does not dispose of a mystery, so it's probably in our best interest to remain one.
I must confess I read your work and I have to sit back and digest it slowly. Sometimes your words will be rattling around in my mind when I lay down to sleep. You have a strange power, my friend! never quit writing......
Thanks for reading my poem, Mimsie. I tried to use wind-dispersal of seeds as metaphor for life spreading through the universe --which is effectively more bottomless than deep.
I generally have to work to follow your thoughts, too, Geo. But it is always worth it. How did you develop such a breadth of knowledge and vocabulary? If such a thing can be answered in a blog reply ...
I like the path of this. It makes me think that even in the carbon star stuff of which we are stitched is a desire to soar even into a place of silence, which I take as peace. The tails and tusks dropping the ground reminds me of our expiration, but a mere phase.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom. I too have long wondered at the universal mystery of combustion --in stars and in the slower, measured process of metabolism. The universe does not dispose of a mystery, so it's probably in our best interest to remain one.
DeleteI must confess I read your work and I have to sit back and digest it slowly. Sometimes your words will be rattling around in my mind when I lay down to sleep. You have a strange power, my friend! never quit writing......
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind and encouraging comment! Writing is an old habit that I'm unlikely to quit. You keep writing too.
DeleteI know that you meant to show life beginnings but I have to admit that this poem scares me a bit. I have no idea why.
ReplyDeleteEmma, I wrote the 1st version of this poem 16 years ago and have tinkered with it because it had the same effect on me. Still does.
DeleteI too have to consider your words very carefully and try and dissect them to find their true meaning.
ReplyDeleteIn this poem the meaning is hidden very deeply.
Thanks for reading my poem, Mimsie. I tried to use wind-dispersal of seeds as metaphor for life spreading through the universe --which is effectively more bottomless than deep.
DeleteI generally have to work to follow your thoughts, too, Geo. But it is always worth it. How did you develop such a breadth of knowledge and vocabulary? If such a thing can be answered in a blog reply ...
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I've always liked ideas and words. One remembers things that are fun. Thanks!
DeleteGracias ANNA, y la bienvenida. Me alegro de que le guste mi blog. Voy a visitar su blog pronto.
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