Prima Materia Poem by Patti Masterman
Prima Materia
How can we have emotions,
When the seas and primal mud did not?
What chemical is the magic potion
That leaves us with the world we got?
Who imagined trees could talk,
Or rocks regret their fate;
Animals tell time with inner clocks,
From one thing, another anticipate?
It's a magicians world I see around me;
How could there ever be others?
For disguised here in the simplest of elements,
I find the world's filled up with brothers.
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4/24/2024 12:37:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved it! I submitted a comment earlier but got lost, I think. Good smoothly flowing work, evident of your skills, and experience. The word brothers is offering a heavy sound effect, not 100% compatible, but the poem is lovely like the poetess. I posted one today, Standing Athwart. A nautical tongue twister, but manly, ghostlike and handsome. Smiles to you, and thank you!