Such A Small Thought... Poem by Rebecca Paul
Such A Small Thought...
The skies reek of a certain vastness,
one that can be tenebrous and gloomy, or lustrous in its omnipotence.
I gaze up at it sometimes, letting thoughts scarcely run through my mind.
I let my eyes consider each color on the horizon, and
become confused and fuzzy as the light fades, stars igniting into focus.
At times, the trees can become one with the sky:
their branches reaching into the Heavens, hoping to pull out a piece of the celestial.
Rustling leaves blot out burnished stars.
You may think trees only grow so tall for the stars, their lovers. The starlight
quenches an Evergreen’s thirst that rain cannot.
Under a thick blanket of moon and dim, every sound gets much-deserved attention.
My ears catch crickets singing of desire, or wind fondling the tops of trees.
Yet, as the sun follows its arduous ascent into the fragment of sky I’m gifted with,
another dawn takes place. A dawn of realization.
The beauty that our world has seized and evolved with will always
go unappreciated.
Strangely, the evanescence of a human life is expected, mourned, and understood.
However, the pulchritude of the world shall always be a mystery to one person or
another.
I will forever live in awe of this planet, and in fear of the surrounding universe.
Power pulsates from the earth, shivering the planet into seasons and disasters.
It has always been, and will forever be.
And yet, the world cares so little of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 2:43:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
where did you get all the talent? ? ? where do we all get what we have? i'll perhaps never know. i don't believe in God, but it could be an explanation. but, then where did God come from? ? ? ? that is one of my quandaries. i don't think i ever wrote quandaries before, and i misspelled it until google corrected me. you use some words i am unfamiliar with. i have heard the word pulchritude, i think, but i had to look it up. i would use it in a poem now perhaps, but i would be afraid too many people wouldn't understand what i was saying. i resisted my mother's attempts 50 years ago to get me to expand my vocabulary. i like to think i know enough words already; somehow i've survived life with the ones i know......like please, thank you, feed me, and go away. take a look at the following: tenebrous and gloomy, .....i looked up tenebrous (doubt i've ever heard THAT word!) and feel it just is a repetition of GLOOMY. but let others worry about that if they want to. of the ten? definitions i read online for evanescence (another strange word for me) i choose momentariness. that i can understand. [i've already forgotten what pulchritude means. is senility setting in? ? ....on me, not you] i loved the following snatches (use the definition FRAGMENTS) from Such a Small Thought: You may think trees only grow so tall for the stars, their lovers. The starlight quenches an Evergreen’s thirst that rain cannot. AND: My ears catch crickets singing of desire, or wind fondling the tops of trees. AND: Power pulsates from the earth, shivering the planet into seasons and disasters. It has always been, and will forever be. And yet, the world cares so little of me. congratulations on the poem; thanks for sharing. i wonder what/who you will be when you GROW UP. good luck.