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Mercurial Cloud

The universe is a mercurial cloud. Against its overbearing chaos, I have only my words. They are never solutions, Only questions. Always selective in their attention. Always filters screening out The subatomic assault. I have only my words. I scroll through cable channels. I download all the apps. How do I ponder a musical chord? How do I arrange an ordered thought? The social order is our agreement, Our consensus on what exists.

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 8/31/2022 6:36:00 PM

Hmmm. Provocative work Thomas. I need to read this a couple of more times. Linda

Thomas Wells
Date: 9/1/2022 6:46:00 PM

The philosopher and father of psychology William James observed that our attention is always selective. We filter out much of what sense and zero in on what we want to see. Thank you for your interest, Linda!

Brian Sambourne

Date: 8/25/2022 7:46:00 AM

Insightful lines on our universe of "overbearing chaos." I especially like your use of rhetorical questions that really pull the reader into your poem to ponder our need to order scattered existence. Sincerest regards, Brian

Thomas Wells
Date: 9/1/2022 6:40:00 PM

Our brains are wired to see patterns. It would be impossible for us to survive if could not do this. Thank you, Brian.