The Cosmos as Gerunds
Nothing becomes. All is always becoming-
heating, cooling, accelerating,
slowing, fusing and fracturing.
There is no there or where but rather
trajectories of probability
reigned in by properties and possibilities.
The snapshot in the locket is a lie,
the stately edifice an illusion
of firmness, commodity, and delight.
heating, cooling, accelerating,
slowing, fusing and fracturing.
There is no there or where but rather
trajectories of probability
reigned in by properties and possibilities.
The snapshot in the locket is a lie,
the stately edifice an illusion
of firmness, commodity, and delight.
Love the first stanza.
"The snapshot in the locket is a lie," such a great line as I think of locket pictures I've seen from long gone relatives most of whom I've only heard stories about.
Especially like the closing. Good poem, Gary.
Got a crick in my neck from nodding, the more vigorously with each stanza. Good thing there are only three, as I was on the verge of shouting YES!!! and being consigned to the "quiet room" here in the public library. *
Good stuff, Gary. *
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This is superb.
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Love that last stanza. "*"
Thank you, Rachna, Paul, Sam,
Matt, Charlotte, Chris, James, Amanda, and Kyle.
Begins with "Nothing." Ends with "delight." As all good poems should.
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Thank you, Bill.
The relating of cosmos to grammar is genius.*
Thank you, Gary.
It all goes on. Great metaphor. *
Thanks, John.
*, Gary. The 2nd stanza does it for me.
Strong. What's a gerund? *
Thanks, David and Larry.