Monday, January 4, 2021

NOT ALL

 

 
Not all possibility is
Simply assembled, but
In motion, colliding,
Sliding, withdrawing,
Eliding, trading orbit
In light, time and chance.
It is a huge dance
Of probability, you see,
And so are we. 

10 comments:

  1. I so much like the word “possibility” rather than “probability.” As you beautifully wrote, it is a dance and forever moving. I hold on to the joys of possibilities and try not to give into probability.

    Your artwork, Geo, is, oh, so lovely. We all need to show our sparkle.

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    1. Dear Arleen, your sparkle is shown in every post, and appreciated. Thank you.

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  2. So well written. Like Arleen above, possibility not probability.

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    1. Thank you,Dear Susan, so long as I find a place between both philosophical imperatives, I feel learning and choice best serve our navigation of the future.

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  3. And so we became. May we all be so lovely as your lady of lights. The enlightened woman?

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    1. Dear Joanne, as we are products of tremendous operations of the universe, we even channel lights that have yet to emerge. Enlightened woman? Let's join hands and welcome what is already.

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    1. Most kind, Junebug. Excellence should be rewarded, and if you found it here I couldn't be better compensated than your closing line, "Love".
      Thank you Janie.

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  5. Geo:

    Very beautiful! Have you ever read any of John Berryman’s poetry? I stumbled across a biography of him I am starting to read and find him interesting. Yet, I am very poor at understanding poetry, so it is a rough go.

    PipeTobacco

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    1. Dear Prof, thank you! Re: Berryman's poetry, I've read very little. I encountered it in my teens, and later --in the late 1960s&70s, when I was dealing with issues larger than those addressed in confessional poetry. My connection with that movement lingers only with Sylvia Plath's "ARIEL", which I admire, but remember as one goddamn suicide note after another. It is (and was), as you say, a rough go.

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