I am not averse to reimaginations
Given you walked out of my conversation
As a noetic effect of its distillation
I am not chained to inharmonious juxtapositions
When salubrious angels gather in celebration
Of a desire prayed and given manifestation
I am simply thankful for your gravitation
Towards me, bindingly, irradiate sub-atomic fusion
Where once I envisioned only solitary annihilation
Yet this I wonder, and this in never-ending fascination
How in moments your eyes gray meet my brown it’s recreation
Of a space-time-matter continuum of conflagration
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Nicely done, Dora! I enjoyed the rhyme scheme – well done for keeping it going and for the use of the adjective ‘noetic’. I especially love the coming together of grey and brown eyes in the final stanza.
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Thank you, Kim, my husband’s eyes are gray and I could write about them interminably 🙂
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🙂
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So very breathtaking. ❤
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Thank you, Lucy!
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I love how you used the image of gravitation to explain the attraction to those eyes in the final stanza.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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I love how the field narrows, from universal physics to the fire between the shared gaze of two. Wonderful!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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An entertaining read. I enjoyed the musings, the rhyme and the way the eyes meet in the end, the undeniable attraction.
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Thank you, Mish, appreciate your comments and the prompt. 🙂
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Very nice Multiple Syllabication, Dora. And all in support of a very warm message. I esp liked the binding gravitational pull. Salute!
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Thanks so much, Ron!
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That’s a magical meeting! (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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Eyes meet and chemistry/physics take over. Nice. 🙂
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Thanks, Ken. 🙂
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I love the conclusion of your poem – light yet full of giddiness with the discovery of attraction:
How in moments your eyes gray meet my brown it’s recreation
Of a space-time-matter continuum of conflagration
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Thank you, Grace. 🙂
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I enjoyed the rhyming as if this could be put to music. The final stanza makes for a lovely ending.
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Very kind of you, thank you, Eugenia.
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A very nice poem Dora, with a theological feel winding through it!.. The Hubble eye is amazing!
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Thanks, Dwight, I’m so glad you caught that theological strain. And yes, those NASA images are just amazingly mysterious and beautiful.
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We are just small specks in this large universe!
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A scary proposition without a loving God!
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Yes, for sure!!
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Wow, I love how you wove in all of the astronomical imagery! Beautiful write 🌟
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You’re very kind, Ingrid, thanks for the lovely comments.
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Cosmic!
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Very. 🙂
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What could be more powerful than the pull of gravity with atomic force, those are some eyes to behold.
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Thank you, P.V.!
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Pleasure – Paul 🙂
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Simple gratitude expressed eloquently! Thanks for expanding my vocabulary!
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Ha! Thank you, Mary, although it was only in service to the persona’s attempt to cling to “logic” in the face of what couldn’t be easily explained.
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