Far beyond the thoughts of man
sweep the stars in their regal procession
from eternity to eternity;
far beyond the minds of man
to number the time pieces of infinity
from the quivering atoms of helium
faithfully pacing fractions of time
far tinier than the most fragile
thought of a man,
biding each moment to rupture
itself and release a delicate
impulse of light,
to the vast, wrathful lords
of darkness, the voracious
consuming rulers of eternity,
the terrible blackness from
which nothing escapes; warlords
of space-time chaos who shriek
madness and terror and nothingness.
And all in between the vastness between
the thoughts of God, the dancing of the stars,
the spinning of the quasars, the obedient turn
of orbiting planets, nebulae expanding,
the eternal breath of divinity, unfolding
in the origami dance of aeons inconceivable,
and somewhere in the void of infinity
a clod of molten iron and soil
and water and sky
marks a degree of orbital passage,
an unheard, unseen tick of the
clock eternal, noted only by
the scratch of a child's hand upon paper,
"Happy Birthday, Daddy"
And I am fifty.
I cannot possibly enumerate the amalgam of emotions I am overwhelmed with, while reading this truly poetic, scientific, divine composition. The uniqueness of your writing talent is distinguished.
Look at what you have done here. If I wrote the scientific terms like quasars and orbital and nebulae and aeons and helium and fractions on a sheet of paper and also definitive words like regal and quivering and clod and molten and shriek- - and told my students to write a magnificent poem- - I think would see dust trails billowing up behind them. Only the true poet, the one blessed by God, could handle such an assign ment. Not only handle it but pen such passages as- - - - an unheard, unseen tick of the clock eternal, noted only by the scratch of a child's hand upon paper, Happy Birthday, Daddy- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all in between the vastness between the thoughts of God, the dancing of the stars, the spinning of the quasars, the obedient turn of orbiting planets, nebulae expanding, the eternal breath of divinity, unfolding in the origami dance of aeons inconceivable, - - - - - - - - - - - release a delicate impulse of light, to the vast, wrathful lords of darkness, the voracious consuming rulers of eternity, the terrible blackness from which nothing escapes; warlords of space-time chaos who shriek madness and terror and nothingness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You write magnificence in every line. Every line breathes magnificence. Seriously, Who Are You? You must be published and I too foolish to stumble across your work at Noble's. On my Favorite List. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
My dear Susan, your enthusiastically expressed compliments fill me with a desire to sit down and rattle off a bin of poems in the hope that I might be able to read more of your thoughtful and wonderful responses. Who am I? I am a man who has been written upon by the quills of time and blessed with many wonderful relationships through the many chapters of my life, and I am so pleased to number the friendships with my writing colleagues on PH as one of the best parts of this particular chapter. Thank you for being such a bright light of encouragement and friendship. Be blessed, Susan! :) S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a go boldly poem of timeless space and what is more important to the human race? yes you have guessed it, a daddy's place!
Thanks, Tom, I appreciate your humorous, insightful thoughts. Be well, my friend!