Category Of My Own Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Category Of My Own

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Realizing the fiber of my being has been taking a toll against
itself, placing me in a haphazard realm of nothingness,
forgotten and alone in a category of my own.

No wherewithal to speak of, as I careen dangerously down the
pathway of least resistance, being cautioned by the existence
of something hidden deeply within.

Representing the outside renditions of another world, taking
into and over depths of sorrow's future dimension.

Everlasting definitions, taking turns, explaining themselves
in areas where life barely exists.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Johnston 15 June 2014

I wonder if you know this RoseAnn, but in Physics there are different ways of modeling, apparently different ideas that when followed to their logical conclusions predict the same outcomes as more intuitive models. In a sense these models are redundant as they do not predict any new results. But there is beauty in their differences. Its like in how many ways could God write a poem about the setting of the sun. So without boring you with the details, let me just speak to the poet in you and say that there is a way in physics to calculate the path of an object through space, that always gives you the right answer. It is called 'The Principle of Least Action.' Isn't it interesting that the results of this theory are always 'Truth! ' Just thought you would like to know. : -)

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