I contemplate things
like theorems and vegans
and loss.
I tire of interpreting
and misinterpreting.
Sometimes it's easier to
accept there are no answers
and let go.
Mars came close this year
but her mystique is gone.
We know, she's red from mineral rust.
I wonder.
Was she ever new,
untarnished?
Each morning,
I glance at the southern sky .
Mars is edging away.
There's reasoned smiles and wondering adventure in your words; have read them twice and love the thought of someone thinking for as long as .. then, letting go, accepting, holding onto the magic of what is, just is ..
Awwww !
This is the first time I have ever felt close
to a planet.
Apparently you are as adept at painting
pictures of inanimate objects as you are
with humans.
"Sometimes it`s easier to contemplate
there are no answers and let it go at that."
Nicely written poem. The curious wander all the ally ways of life. Some answers are found but most are just speculations, theories, and a reason to keep our mind's legs moving. Good job on this.
This is a very good poem, the line ....sometimes...is a real jaw dropper,as is the whole poem.High Quality,excellent literature, one of the best things I`ve read for a long time.Great.
A simple woman, getting older and hopefully wiser. 4 lovely kids, two sons, two daughters. Like to write, paint and play music...that is all I can think of for now :-)
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