Things form,
Then reform;
Water to ice,
Wood to soot and ash.
A spider spies a butterfly.
Curses the wings
That would undo its web.
A boy watches his sister cry,
Forgets that he is crying too.
The world limps like this.
The babble of her occupants
A crooked cane.
Everything
Slowly decays.
Nothing ever
Remains the same.
And as the atoms scatter
And the energy is dispersed,
Our role is simply
To regret the loss
Or cheer the next parade.
Things change
And I think it’s safe to say
Because of this
The world is full of
Misfits and renegades.
Some will clamor
For the past,
Voice their trepidation.
Regard all things unknown
As hostile
And through this fear
Find fortune in their future.
Others survive
By letting go of reason.
It is an undoing
That serves to free the spirit.
And for this, too
A marketplace exists.
As the ice cream melts
Tongues chase
The vanilla,
The strawberry,
The chocolate.
Michael True 3-05-09 last edit 7-13-13
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A wonderfully philosophical exploration of the human condition. At first I thought of my poem, Entropy, and then later I thought about how minute genetic mutations create who we are in great variety of both physical nature and thought process.
Hopefully, the most intelligent and physically strongest will survive in a world full of crutches and flavored ice cream.
Superb metaphoric choices, especially the last stanza, where the common sweetness of taste is given a universal presence along with the more requisite realities so often ignored. You've penned another cyclic treatise we need to pay more attention to. I, for one, appreciate your continued sharing of a belief system that perpetuates existence as what eternity is truly about.
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Hopefully, the most intelligent and physically strongest will survive in a world full of crutches and flavored ice cream.
Ron
PS. Dress to suit, and soot to ashes
George