Creation Poem by Lynn W. Petty
Creation
When all supply was in the hands of Cause,
Effect was molten primal chaos, held
Within a universal cauldron, rest
Was given to consider what the blend
Would yield. What distillation might there come
When left to steep upon the flame of time?
What essence to be poured or spooned, when time
Had separated dross and grime; when Cause
Congealed Effect as form? What shape would come?
Omniscience knew the liquid luster held
Within an orbed mold to cool, would blend
A tear so pure, that Genesis could rest.
An orb within the plumbless steep, no rest
Was had as crystal creep began. In time,
A metamorphic stress; a grinding blend
Of blasting heaves had splayed the plates to cause
The core to spill its viscous blaze. Not held,
A spew and fall of flaming rock had come.
As fluid land had ceased to flow, then come
Awaking, as purpose changed the rest
Of earth's most fragile face. Creation held
Expressive mind as conscious force, with time,
Embraced the law of Cosmic Will to cause
The ‘Seeds of Season' to sprout forth and blend.
Profound, pristine, profusion was its blend
Of manifest raw beauty. Light had come,
Divine desire had found dimension. Cause
Became the tangible of thought. The rest
Of thought, the fractured Self of God, in time,
As souls, would pierce the veil of flesh then held.
Within the folded fist of night dawn held
Ignited eastern skies until the blend
Of feathered morning light, with time,
Through Holy Emulation, life could come.
As reasoning pushed out, first breath, then rest,
Effect emerged as man, awakened Cause.
Creative Reason held the souls to come.
His Law, combined with Will, would blend the rest
Of mortal clay with time, to temple Cause.
Purpose changes to rest. This is definitely interesting sharing that has plan of love to design creation wonderfully. Nicely penned.10
I much more enjoyed some of Lynn's other poems. I liked him as well. I think he died, as I guess we all will. Or? / bri : ) and Tom B. died as well, though 'as well' sounds a little strange.
Did I REALLY read all of tha poem? ? And did i REALLY write and copy and paste all I did about 'luster'? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Bri Edwards sent me a copy of your poem and I am most grateful to him. Irrespective of possibly different views on Creation this is a magnificent piece of writing. Indeed I think it one of the best poems submitted on PH. It will rocket into my favourites' list!
liquid luster....i really enjoy 'good alliterations'! did you ever wish to know how to write luster in Japanese****? probably not! but i noticed the other day that when i Googled a definition i could ask for a translation to a number of languages. what will 'THEY' think of next! ? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ****lus·ter1 ˈləstər/ noun noun: lustre; noun: luster; plural noun: lustres; plural noun: lusters 1. a gentle sheen or soft glow, especially that of a partly reflective surface. the luster of the Milky Way synonyms: sheen, gloss, shine, glow, gleam, shimmer, burnish, polish, patina More her hair lost its luster brilliance, brightness, radiance, sparkle, dazzle, flash, glitter, glint, gleam, luminosity, luminescence the luster of the Milky Way antonyms: dullness the manner in which the surface of a mineral reflects light. glory or distinction. a celebrity player to add luster to the lineup 2. a thin coating containing unoxidized metal that gives an iridescent glaze to ceramics. ceramics with an iridescent metallic glaze; lusterware. luster jugs 3. a fabric or yarn with a sheen or gloss. British a thin dress material with a cotton warp, woolen weft, and a glossy surface. 4. a prismatic glass pendant on a chandelier or other ornament. a cut-glass chandelier or candelabra. Origin early 16th century: from French lustre, from Italian lustro, from the verb lustrare, from Latin lustrare ‘illuminate.’ lus·ter2 ˈləstər/ noun noun: lustre; plural noun: lustres; noun: luster; plural noun: lusters another term for lustrum. Translate luster to noun 1. 光沢 2. 光輝 3. つや 4. 光彩 5. 色艶 6. きらきら 7. 豪壮 8. ぴかぴか 9. 煌めき 10. 朗らか 11. 渇望者 12. 好色 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i haven't finished reading the poem yet today and i've seen i commented about 1 1/2 years ago! let me share this 'creation' i read the other day from the list of my PH friend Tom Billsborough: The Creator - Poem by Tom Billsborough Coaxed from nowhere By insistent stares of screen or paper Words emerge as notes on a score, Each one both sound and symbol, Binding together in unforeseen textures To address and be possessed by the reader. Were they ever mine? Or am I just that tall piano Standing in the corner, Its white teeth gleaming with an insouciant smile, Its black teeth dolorous As the resigned gesture of an attendant butler? Tom Billsborough Topic(s) of this poem: creation - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - and i'll share yours with him! bri ;) excuse me if i run to something else; i've gotten well-behind in PH stuff, having spent so much time on the August showcase, AND SOME extracurricular activities around the house and town while my mate is on a lengthy trip and her prying eyes are not here. bri :)
i think this is beautifully done, though a bit flowery and (perhaps even) religious for my base tastes. it flows well from line to line and sounds good too! i would read it a second time, but, alas, i have a clock counting down to my departure from computer today. : ( to MyPoemList bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 9:37:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Creation was planned with love! But makind is destroying it with hared. Nice work.