Mortals
Silently blooms
Exuding a sweet perfume:
Stars sprinkled like salt
Across the sky
Oblivious;
Even the moon
In its quiet afternoon
Incurious.
Significance is for lovers
Like you and I
To supply
But the universe
Itself
Is indifferent…
And the Sun
For its size
Is dust in my eyes
And may as well
Be dark
For lack of empathy
There’s something to be said
For mortal flesh
That at least knows it is living.
El hombre es el único animal que sabe que sabe. Que cuestiona y disfruta su entorno. Somos nosotros los llamados a sorprendernos ante un amanecer, un atardecer, ante la luna. Las flores no saben que van a ser regaladas como muestra de amor, la luna desconoce que será ofrecida como diadema, la noche es ausente de la cita señalada. Tú, en la noche, por ejemplo, detienes la mirada en las cosas conocidas, pero con las palabras las haces distintas, le das un brillo especial. Yo, una lectora que espera para leerte y en mitad de la noche suspira ante tus versos. Eso hacemos los mortales: miramos al cielo y nos maravillamos ante tanta grandeza. La noche silenciosamente aparece y en mitad de ella hay luz. Como siempre: un abrazo
Gracias, Nancy - nuestros sueños aunque pequeños en coma prison al universo son profundos - nuestros pensamientos vagan por la eternidad
The first three stanzas, John, are simply gorgeous. And, while my (sometimes, doubting) mind understands the swerve you take afterwards, I think the romance of the poem suffers a tad by the introduction of this cynical indifference (which might be more ours, than that of the universe ;) Sweet dreams, my friends
_/|\_yes, it's complicated and I'm conflicted - you make a good point
We're the ones who are complicated, mortals; it's simple... Thanks, for graciously accepting my point.
Significance is for lovers
Like you and I
To supply
But the universe
Itself
Is indifferent…
It does feel that way sometimes. I like to think the universe smiles down on us when we find that significance. Gorgeous write, John:)
you're such a positive lady :)
:)
Great poem by you
That is fascinating to think about. An insignificant place is earth until The Lord supplies it with humanity.
so true...Thanks, lydon
I like your metaphor that sounds friendly in everyday life.
thank you!
WOW. this poem is extraordinary dear friend. congratulations!
thanks
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Hello Friend. That poem is really beautiful. Very nostalgic. I really got caught. I congratulate you, friend. Greetings, have a nice night
thanks