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a mote drifts the abysmal darkness bound in warm comfort an occasional glimmer... murmur betrays consciousness... life seeking all directions at once awareness... freedom pulled... tethered... bound again more and ever more comfort embraces arising feelings tinged emotion... emote ebb and flow this tide a song impressed of love focus echo motion wonder what does a smile feel like without a face a soul having no windows what's left for the cosmos to desire if not this |
This makes me think of the origin of the universe. How intricate and exact everything had to be to bring us to this point. And in all that sparking, sat the seeds of all things that came after. I think your poem evokes those things nicely. And leaves room for other things as well.| Posted on 2015-06-26 00:00:00 | by emwren | [ Reply to This ] | How long are you thinking back? Are these personal recollections or a cosmological reflection? | I ask because the last phrase puts a spin on all previous words... these words describe the spark of (some emotion) within a mind as well as the spark of life within the cosmos. I think they do, anyhow. | Posted on 2015-06-14 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ] | |