David Smalling Poet Verse

Trek Iii

I knew long ago
Constellations were ancient fairytales.
Carved faith before the diluting of mind;
Myth was our lens when we were blind.
I knew our posted pictures declared
Only immitations of primordial memories.
It was the knowledge that impaired
My judgment; too much logic and histories.
Then came the invention
Of science, and God replaced by arguments
That made of self a convention
That was more than greed, and ligaments.
They told me that stars are plasma balls,
Merely sclerotic gas that enthralls
The star dust longing to return again.
So finetely trapped that I cannot explain
The need I felt each time I pondered
I was born for nothing else but the wonder
Of flesh, and the rubble of feelings.
So I took my trek in search of meanings:
And found
Man is only dust of God -
O better much than that worm eaten sod!

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment