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Every Poem an Invention

Every poem
An invention
Some would say:
When a romantic
Creates a breathing rose
In the mind
For the heart of another
A far superior find
Than all
Man’s Relativities—

So—
Let Einstein rest
Of his atoms
Undressed;
And Galileo
Further divest
In some far
Distant sky,
Too far off
Even
For modern
Glass-eye
Perhaps now,
As I,
Would also decry:
That the artist, alone,
Sees and lives,
A true icon,
Beyond the grave—
A slave not to science,
But to love and beauty;
With far more inquisitive duty,
That of revealing
The Universe
The soul of it
Divine—

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/24/2018 5:09:00 PM
Ahh..the soul of a poet defined. Nice!
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Joe DiMino
Date: 6/24/2018 5:30:00 PM
Thank you, Alycia, for such a beautiful comment. It means a lot to me. Blessings my friend!
Date: 5/23/2017 1:27:00 AM
Well done -JT
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Date: 12/26/2016 10:14:00 AM
Superb verses and clear message. A7
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Date: 10/31/2016 2:49:00 AM
Very well written, Joe. "A slave not to science, but to love and beauty" - nicely expressed. T.J
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Date: 10/24/2016 8:46:00 AM
If poems are inventions, then you my friend are the inventor extraordinaire, You might want to patent this imaginative invention.
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Joe DiMino
Date: 10/24/2016 10:34:00 PM
You are too kind, Chris; thank you so much for such a beautiful comment. Have a great day!
Date: 10/24/2016 7:40:00 AM
This is utterly striking Joe, love the mention of Einstein and Galileo, you've unveiled a universe of poetic 'breaking bread' a divinity none of them could ever touch. 7+ Fav.
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Joe DiMino
Date: 10/24/2016 10:34:00 PM
You made my day, Paloma; blessings my friend!!