"wormhole verstronaut"
Between the word and what is meant
a hidden curvature resides,
a darkened bridge no map has traced,
where memory on starlight collide.
I cast a syllable at midnight,
it enters diction's slender flame,
and somewhere in another century
a stranger softly speaks my name.
Poems are wormholes through the silence,
rings of gravity in the mind;
they bend the roads of ordinary hours,
leaving clocks and calendars behind.
A scent of rain, a crow at sunset,
one leaf revolving through the air,
becomes a gate through parsec distances
and carries us elsewhere.
Metaphors, bright tachyons,
rush ahead of thought's slow feet;
before the intellect awakens
their impossible messages meet.
Grief is a house of absent echoes,
love a river-learning sky,
and understanding reaches harbour
before its reasons can arrive.
The poet is no king of language,
only a mason of the span,
placing image beside image
to join the soul of man to man.
Rhythm steadies fragile passage
music holds the tunnel true;
through its throat fly seeds of wonder
toward each reader passing through.
And should these lines survive the weather
of neglect, and dust of passing years,
another heart may cross this crossing
and recognise my vanished fears.
Then poet, reader, star, and moment
shall briefly lose their separate forms;
two minds entangled in an instant,
meeting inside a field of poems.
There, language curves beyond its limits,
light gives way to deeper roles;
tachyons of metaphor singing,
through wormholes of intrepid souls.
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I thought it was about astronauts. Doh! Well, I never get anything too cryptic. lol.
Poetic astronauts or space traveling poets 🤣
A delightful read my friend
Thank you my friend 🕊️🙏🏻
much enjoyed
Hey Rik, I know this is a rich use of language, however my simple mind can take it no deeper than that.
Just giving the science folk a bit of poetry 🙏🏻🕊️
Magnificent Cryptic a poem, a metaphor a masterpiece weaving science, astrophysics and poetry into an emotional piece of art. Lovely my friend and a fave
Most grateful to you my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
A pleasure
Thanks for the Fave @Friendship
Hello, arqios,
The contemporary and the bards of yore together in a constellation of words now and forever in the ether of poetic light. A superlative passage of poetry and a complete joy to read, truly.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thank you so much dear Tony. That means so much to me. 🙏🏻🕊️
Another fine Poem on the Creative Process of Writing a Poem . And I suppose they'll Survive longer than us.
That is the hope, at least. I’ve been wondering what sort of care would be required and would I be difficult or a joy to care for when the time finally eventuates. For now, I continue to write.
Arqios, I came here expecting poetry and somehow ended up contemplating quantum physics, mortality, and the possibility that my words might outlive me. My brain is going to need a cup of cold brew after this journey! 😂 Absolutely loved the ride, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
What outlives us, the possibility of legacy, is definitely worth the ponder 🙏🏻🕊️
Wonderful words Rik showing that words can bring all to us all.
Andy
Nice! Thanks so much, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
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