interludes silent

Sometimes poetry is a wonderful vehicle to juxtapose ideas, in this case, Creation and Destruction. The notion of existence.

You may recognize the overtures toward Sartre, and his philosophical conundrum of our finite existence midst nothingness.

Combine that with the notion of a symphony, something dark and existential, say, from Schubert. That sense of aloneness and smallness midst such massive cosmic forces.

Heady stuff? Yup.

But I am also hoping you connect with the feelings this poem evokes. I know how it impacted me, and ultimately, who cares? I am just a vehicle for the Muses.

How did this poem affect you emotionally? Aside from its meta ideas, what did you feel?

Please feel free to share your thoughts and feelings in the Comments Section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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interludes silent

thus Creation was sung into being

intoned in the codex of breath and blood

dark energy bound to bone as spirit

first sentience bound to mind as love

vibrations of stars like symphony strings

generate colored compassion of sound

pull galaxies round to gambol in pleasure

colliding cacophony beauty sublime

in interludes silent between sweet chords

at forever’s end soft bides Destruction

audience of one weeps at such grandeur

audience of none applauds through the coda

.existence

..with patience

…the length of a song

4 comments

  1. This poem grabbed the heartstrings and pulled from the first line, “Creation was SUNG into being…” stark contrasts painting powerful images. Amazing poetry!

  2. I have had several amazing dreams where I hear whole symphonies playing loudly in my head and wake up feeling wonderment. This poem reminds me of my father crying at the symphony. He was always moved to tears by music.

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