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motif mortal -

a thousand orbs bearing, thus
          connected, all, or put to dust

focused photons press the link
          escaping matter's tacit brink

stretched to ovals, masses bent
          horizon robbed of failed events

to stay the sacred horrors, rife
          malevolence for sake of life

yet how much harm is evil dealt
          constrained to feast upon itself?

wonder-spangled void expanse
          sagacity its utter chance ...

marvels, mighty, gone unseen
          matters not that they have been

aesthetics cherished as a breath
          or dreams avail a sentient death.






~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Late Summer Premiere Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

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Charlie Smith Date: 8/16/2017 8:25:00 AM Brilliant write Greg, a lot left to ponder, congratulations... Login to Reply Gregory Richard Barden Date: 10/1/2017 12:33:00 AM Thank you very much, Charlie - I just saw this comment! Blessings, friend! :-)

Lin Lane Date: 8/10/2017 8:07:00 AM If evil were able to feast upon itself, I wonder if it would somehow burst its constraints to run more rampant...deep thought. I think your last couplet is phenomenal, Greg. We can cherish what is real, but how sad would be the death of a dream if we're conscience of it? Your poetry fascinates me. Login to Reply Gregory Richard Barden Date: 8/10/2017 7:45:00 PM Thank you so much, Lin ... this one was fun. I like to ponder the "big" questions about existence and our meaning in the midst of this massive Universe. I have no answers, but there ARE some absolutes, I believe, and I think we have a duty as intelligent beings to not only create beauty, but APPRECIATE it ... Gregory Richard Barden Date: 8/10/2017 7:45:00 PM if not, what is beauty for? Many questions in this poem - I love to get the wheels turning! ;-)