THE SPINNING TOP Poem, by Robert Tilleard, at My poetic side

A spinning top moves and is motionless.
A seemingly contradictory thing,
Like a whirring brain in a limp body
Issuing timeless ideas on timelessness.
Opposites as one - a double agent?
(He’s a Cambridge spy, not a physicist)
There is the sleeping force waiting to pounce -
A miss or mister passive-aggressive -
Indifference loitering with intent
A catapult before loosing a stone.
Or ungracious insubordination.
I am the spaceship hugging the rocket
Inert until discharged into the void.
“A body persevering in a state of rest”.*
Not everybody. Some folk persevere
With quiescent love which, once unfettered,
May unravel into mocking chaos –
Another constant with no constancy.
A spinning top spins and still stays in place
A revolution ends where it begins
And then what? Should we say: “ ’ Twas ever thus? ”
Is it: plus ça change plus c’est la même chose?
* Isaac Newton

Author: Robert Tilleard ( Offline)
Published: April 1st, 2022 19:02
Category: Unclassified
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