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The Blue Spark

The Blue Spark I ride the blue spark poems in hand scattering them as leaves of golden bees through the cosmic dark. and all the words I have ever written swarm in clouds of forever lightening jumped to the outer arc.

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Pipping Stars

Date: 9/1/2017 11:16:00 AM

was you welding ... that "erc" was blinding ...

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/1/2017 12:30:00 PM

The arc is my vision of the site of the big bang. It remains as it was when time began. Yes it is very bright. Another neat fact, for me, is that every bit of matter came from that explosion. so we are made of the same stuff that stars are made of, isn't that great.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/1/2017 11:31:00 AM

No not literally welding Timothy. My blue spark is the electro magnetic waves that flow through space. Every thing radio broadcasts, television/movies, etc is a wave and it travels from earth into space. I figured that using a computer means that the data does the same thing. So the poems will continue forever moving outward. I hope you like that thought.

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 8/28/2017 9:43:00 AM

I've been riding the blue spark around your page today, quite unable to decide where to land;-) Perhaps best to take your ADVICE and go sit in the flowers. How can I not love the Blue Spark? I will ask the question which has occurred to me when reading many of your poems — do you paint? I will let the spark dance in my head today. Yes... dee light full!