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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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
…the length of a song