The cosmos is an open clearing,
On no rampart, unguarded.
The cosmos is willing to be unsure,
Incalculable, even to the heavens.
Like a love note, unfolded, in the glow
Of the house burning.
And who rouses these symbols,
And the impetus to overcome themselves.
As the physicists would say,
Sometimes mass does funny things.
Nice volta! Made me smile!
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Love the poem–it is like what a physicist might call delightfully multi-layered.
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Thank you! I love the physicist comment.
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this is a strange one, Bob but this ‘strange cat’ will unravel it 🙂
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Thanks, John. I bit strange, and I think might need a little more work, getting it a little more in focus.
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yes !
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ooooh. I love this. The embracing of uncertainty, the use of ‘rampart’, the love note and the symbols with ‘the impetus to overcome themselves’. amazing.
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Thank you!! 😊
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Love that middle stanza. Great work, Bob!
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the cosmos is open, willing to be unsure…..what an inspiration, to be brave and courageous with absolutely no guarantees, not even death because then who knows what the hell happens! I can almost see the blue sky unzipping and nothing but blackness. a welcoming blackness. And this followed by the love letter, unopened in a burning house……so close to know and yet, there it goes up in flames. Ain’t that the key to understanding that we never can, understand that is. I am blown away today again by the offer of symbols to overcome ourselves……..a freaking life raft right there and I’ve been thinking about signing up lately, maybe a Krishna or a Buddha and their ideas. Thanks for this. I’m reading in the morning, Monday, ready to do as an old teacher encouraged us to go out there and love without the help of anything. I assume he was referring to gods though he did believe in Jesus.
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It’s just a great big mystery. It’s like Whitman wrote in his Song of Myself, “I and this mystery here we stand” But getting motivated in this snow and cold has been tough. Hopefully your enthusiasm rubs off on me too.
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i got a kick watching CNN capitalized broadcasting the snow in southern states and the announcer went into great detail about the snow. i have no good memory, but i bet we knew as kids about the kind of snow that had fallen, good for making arms as in weapons or beautiful fluff snow globe tourist distraction.
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Yes we did. You need temps near to melting to make the best snowballs/snowmen. The fluffy stuff is pretty, but isn’t going to make you a snow fort.
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i remember reading or maybe it was in that old documentary called NANOOK OF THE NORTH where they would make igloo ice windows and catch sun rays to light fire with grass inside the igloo and i was like damn, that’s flinstones engineering genius.
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Haha! Flintstones engineering. That’s great. And wow, what a ingenious design.
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Nowadays a human being can make it through life without using their hands or we’re getting to that point i guess.
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I wish we had cars like the Flintstones.
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I like that unsure cosmos just expanding hoping to find something or itself… funny old thing!
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Thanks, Rajani. I agree, the cosmos is a funny old thing!
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Absolutely agree – in particular with the last paragraph! 🙂
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Thanks! 😊
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