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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—

Let Einstein rest
Of his atoms
And Galileo
Further divest
In some far
Distant sky,
Too far off
For modern
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

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!!