Spinning Life Poem by Marieta Maglas
Spinning Life
I'm ready to live
on this planet
moving in spirals
up and down
around the Sun,
around its axis,
between the flowers and
ancestral fossilized rocks-
rocks, rocks-
rocking their poles.
I'm waiting for the butterflies to hover above.
I'm a combination of C, H, O, and N-
ice melting to give water and
water evaporating-
kinetic energy and temperature
inside of a plasma having free ions.
I wonder at the icy comets
hitting the core of our sun.
I wonder at the waterfalls-
the waterfalls, the waterfalls-
clappers inside any empty mountain and
hollowness where the sunlight
doesn't make angles.
I wonder at the solar flares
hitting the Oort Clouds.
I wonder at times if it is indispensable to be
known or not.
I'm sure that, after being
cataclysmically submerged in water,
any broken mountain
becomes a memory of an unknown-
unknown, unknown-
knowing to ring the bells
in a surviving church.
I'm sure that the entirety
of this immense and civilized life
can burn someday
in between oxygen and hydrogen
to be nothing,
I'm not sure I deserve to be saved by
The Lord, but I keep hoping.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
All our wonderings and questions will not be answered In the spinning of life. Well penned poem.10
A very clever and wonderful poem, you weave your rhythm so skillfully!
What a poem full of wonder at the creation we stand on, breathe in, and touch with our hands and our spirits. Beautifully crafted poem and I am enthralled by your extensive vocabulary that works to increase and define the wonder you have felt.10+++++++++++++++++++
Nice work. You know, we are a body of matters that work systematically as you said the mixture of those atoms may sounds simple but complex in real to arrange and centralize like that. I think though we were created by scientific way but the mathematical probability may sound impossible especially survival rate in each reaction can be low. Only precise reaction can bring us. May Lord guides us in blessing path. Nice poem i like the topic u pushed.
Well desires are being spinned throughout the poem, thanks for sharing the poem with us
Well done, Marieta. This keeps the reader hooked until the very last lines: I'm not sure I deserve to be saved by The Lord, but I keep hoping. You certainly do deserve it, and you deserve high praise for this poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The question of life exsistance. Nicely scripted.