Public Domain photo taken by in Milan, Italy. |
Foucault's pendulum
“Nothing
in the universe
is at rest.”
The heart vacillates.
Placid with all it has,
aching for what it lacks,
it bleeds in black and white –
a pendulum passing
between dark and light,
but nowise winding down;
while gray
matter(s) to the mind,
which spins, (seeing
what was, is, may yet be),
circles a whirlwind vortex,
imagining a center eye,
a placid balance
between all three.
PSC/2015
The above poem is written in
response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides APRIL PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge
for Day 17 (a swing poem): 2015-april-pad-challenge-day-17
Below are some additional links
for Robert’s PAD Challenge:
COME PLAY WITH US!
I like the 'matter(s) to the mind' phrase. Intriguing. Keep 'em coming!
ReplyDeleteAwww... Thanks, Patricia! I'm trying... determined to make it through to the end of the PAD this time. :)
DeleteWow talk about capturing a swing! You have done so beautifully !
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pearl!! :)
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