There Are No Rounds
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, August 11, 2005
~~There is no circular movement
without intersections
of triangular navigation.~~
There are no rounds
abounding lone, no squares
allowed to not have homes;
no geometric pattern
solely owns
the sum of the equation
when formulating genesis.
There is no star,
if star’s alone, no God’s Eye
to watch it glow, growing
and creating quantum space;
black-holed by eternity,
never quite completing
newborn nova-birth.
There is no sky
if planet's gone, no birds to fly
on gentled winds of helping hands,
holding All-Mans’ worth,
enfolding diversity’s forms,
producing the miracle of
'Peace on Earth'.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/11/05
One thought leads into the next into the next and back to the first thought: intriguing!
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