Symphony of StringsA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonQuantum musings and all the things we cannot see.Light rays through the glass illuminate the dust. A fly on the wall hushes to hear the harmonic flap of wings. It dances in streams, magnetic micro worlds whose particles wander in and out of time, float through space on tiny wormhole slides, send seemingly random messages to an orchestra.
Each fumbling master places their hands atop an instrument. They lean in, holding a deeply seeded chord of remembrance- waiting, silent for the smallest flinch,
and finally release this cacophony- a roaring bang that inundates the void, then falls silent as death as you zoom in to slow motion.
One sweet note resonates amid the ramble. A waving bubble echoes on the wind like angels who flutter- their uneasy skirts afloat, clouds through a still sky.
These bubbles waft and stretch, vibrating spectrum on the wind, intangible- spirit, weaving through creation growing primrose, daisies and eight petaled cosmos. These Fibonacci spirals crackpot chaos to the fly, who wonders only why An epic woven masterpiece to the one who holds the wand.
In the stillness of the dust open hearts swell to magical resonant strings blown forth from the mouth of God.
In the silence as I wait, I bend, I hear an echo…
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Added on July 27, 2008Last Updated on March 16, 2014 AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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