Cosmic shifts in matter
Mrelia's Glass I
through eons of timelessness
super-heating, super-cooling
super-colliders mocking creation
slices of light far-flung
into the curves of space
straight-arrowed waves
following their nature
separate yet one
until they reach the atmosphere
shattering, stuttering
indigo, red, yellow
all the colors seen and unseen
prismatic fractures
of light
Pamela Olson, 9/12/08
I’m reminded of the aurora borealis here and how beautiful light/ color can often times be. Nice job. Have a nice day.
I really enjoyed this, it holds a lot of extra meaning for me because I’m something of a rock hound. I’m always bringing home rocks and fossils I find, and when friends travel someplace intriguing, I always say, “Bring me a piece of…” I also haunt rock shops and shows looking for enhydros crystals – regular crystals with bubbles of liquid trapped inside. I’ve got clear quartz, ameythst, selenite, agate. I love holding them to the light and turning them, watching the chambered bubbles slide. This is what I envisioned in your poem, the eons, the shift, the mind-numbing age and conditions that create such beautiful objects. Your poem reminded me of the pleasures, and I thank you for it!
This is nice! I love astronomy and for some reason this reminds me of the night sky.
Beautiful fractures, beautiful description. Your style here is very Whitman-esque (“indigo, red, yellow/all the colors seen and unseen”) as he used listing as a powerful poetic device, then finished by referencing opposites, including them as one. Good stuff here.
A sensual crystal necklace in written form.
Pam I would love for you to submit a poem for posting to
Epiphany. I having an Emily Dickinson week in October,
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