One in the Numberless Series of Requiems
by Gary Hardaway
The burst continues, spreading
properties and possibilities, spawning
finite systems where nothing was, twisting
hearts with time, impermanence
and the systematic knowledge of both.
We perform our chosen duty— naming
beauties and atrocities within
the languaged bubble of our brief emergence
from the dust of broken suns.
We make a gift of sorrow.
This phrase is very strong:
the languaged bubble of our brief emergence
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Thank you, Steve.
Steven mentioned my favorite line. I like how the metaphor is extended through the poem, how the bubble exists after the first line. Good stuff.*
I love from the dust of broken suns. We make a gift of sorrow. Beautiful. Fave*
Thank you, John, and thank you, Gloria.
Yes.
"We perform our chosen duty— naming
beauties and atrocities within
the languaged bubble of our brief emergence"
Strong piece, Gary. Wonderful closing. *
Thank you, Sam.
Great poetry, figurative language, insightful vision: although I disagree with the conclusion. *
So many great lines. The beginning:
"The burst continues, spreading
properties and possibilities,"
sets up infinite possibility. I love this poem. It's optimistic and profound,and it makes me appreciate the beauty of holding only temporary space.
Thank you, Jen.
"the languaged bubble of our brief emergence/" It's all we've got.*
Lovely evocative poem on the human condition. fav.