poem: formless

not really a love poem but not really not one either

para DP, whose style inspired this

 

formless, formless...

we fall freely

into one direction or another:

suborbital spin,

probability functions-

 

we come from stardust

formless

until awakened

by a stellar orgasm

 

and dust coalesces to dust

ashes to ashes

we were thus formed

 

of nothing

 

perhaps we are lonely

because our cells' DNA's atoms' quarks'

electronic forces

remember being formless:

a thought before thought.

 

time before time.

 

out of chaos, more chaos

this thing, then

called love

 

and all we have ever had

to give each other, as fellow humans-

 

is, after all, stardust

imbued with the essence

of trying to impose

an order. any order

 

on that which is empty

and open and

formless;

 

yet so potential

so filled with probability

so rife with possibility

 

within our beings

between our beings

around our beings.

 

Maybe then

if you make someone explode

tonight-

 

you'll catch falling stars

and set them, ablaze, in your hearts

 

and your souls will forget,

just for the barest instant

the loneliness

 

of formless.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Perhaps by being life.present we set off a chain of emotion with people who fill the space in which we move, whether it's still or transient or spinning creatively, philosophically, emotionally, realistically? We create with a touch, set off chimes which silently echo, asking to be heard, needing to be heard in order to give, share. From dust we come, with dust - and more, we display who and what we are or, more so, can become. Perhaps.

Coming back to this again, dear friend. I miss your inspiration, always have. Read this before, have spent a long time away, but never forgotten.

[Marie Anzalone]

Emma, it is so nice to see your words grace my page again. I think all of pur interactions push each other, drive us, touch us, change us. How could it be otherwise? At our hearts, we are energy. How could we not be affecting each othe on some sub-atomic level? And since all matter, all thought, all that exists is energy; why should we not have these remarkable gifts tucked inside the human heart and mind themselves?

[Chris]

Quite the thought...

[Marie Anzalone]

and not very well articulated perhaps but glad you got it, Chris. Have a wonderful day- I have bookmarked some of yours to try and get to today.

[Chris]

...some "platters" go well at a kitchen table with coffee and others - a formal dining room with guests gathered round having polite conversation. I like coffee ...and the sense of sharing.

[Marie Anzalone]

well then I shall try to bring a dessert in which everyone gets good and messy

[Chris]

and if the pot-has-no-luck tasting underflows... least the few - if only two ...might sit and talk.

[Marie Anzalone]

and I for one am always grateful for the wonderful company when they do

[Dr. Wood ?]

puts love into great perspective...We are just dust...I like the thinking behind this and the way the concept is portrayed...We always were not much more than an accident waiting to happen..great poem

[Marie Anzalone]

Hmm I am not convinced at all that it is accidental... but yes, perspective definitely helps. I think that more than ever it outlines the necessity of finding joy in one's life and nurturing it. What do you think?

[Dr. Wood ?]

our lives are short. in the great scheme of things so we really should make the ,most of what time we have

[Wakeofahero]

good job, enjoyed this

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you for your review

[Emily B]

it is perfect, the perfect read for today!

[Marie Anzalone]

thank you, Miss Emily... have to wander by your page this week and see what you have been up to, as well

[Emily B]

not so much :) my inner poet has been dormant for a while

[Marie Anzalone]

I understand... I ahve been finding that the slighest creative endeavor right now takes so much exertion... I think I ma recovering from extreme emotional burnout. Hang in there and gently invite your Muse... she'll come back

[Emily B]

she will, it's a brave new world :)

[gombeggar]

fantastic...well done and imagined...my hats off to u, darlin

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks gombeggar... glad you enjoyed this

[Marie Anzalone]

and thank you too for sharing it :-) much appreciated

[gombeggar]

no problem...it needed to be presented to more audiences :)

[Larry Dyson]

hmm a boson?muse?

[Marie Anzalone]

A shaman friend gave me a mixed cd with the Paul Simon song, "Homeless"... a gorgeous African inspired tune about the Lake Nyos disaster... and I have not been able to get it out of my mind. Reading a friend's poetry style this am inspired me to try my hand at a different form... with "Homeless" as the base... not sure where this came from, really... it certainly not a love letter yet it seems like there is a lesson about touching the universal there