This is simply an awesome write. I hate that word, so I'll only use it once. Brilliant word play.

Comment: Hope you don't mind a little responsive statement to your thoughts...



Long before I'd ever heard of AlbertE

I learned of JesusC and His Father

It wasn't surprising that the world was made

Long before AlbertE discussed it...

God taught me to consider His creation and
The infinity of forever

Knowing that I'd be with him for that time

And, also, to definitely enjoy...

All of those beautiful summer nights...



Thoughts provoke thoughts, don't they?

Amazing places--way out in the universe--that are visible to mathemeticians of a certain caliber. A neatly expressed tribute!

Bravo, Gene! Bravo!

You have found the right words
to grab the reader's attention
and trigger our curiosity.
What a literary way of being scientific -
or is it the other way round?

Axilea

My mind is yelling "ENCORE!" What a gift you are to us-- We're there, in your pocket, visiting with our neighbor Albert E. --Who somehow we've made into a scientific demigod. You bring him into the fathomable realm of summer nights, and take the summer nights and turn them into something divine and eternal.

So I'm curious. When did you start writing poetry? Do you have a closet full of goodies for us to peruse? Or is this all off-the-cuff, brand new? --Charlie

Oohhh! Your poem sends me spinning into a new orbit. Yikes, you stepped on my territory Gene, but you tread there so well. Einstein's universe is big enough for both of us, so you are welcome there anytime Sir!
Well done Gene
Rockie Coppolella

Wonderful thoughts to ponder! I goes to show that thinking and dreaming are limitless assets...

Be always safe,
Karen

Your fan mail confirms it! This is you at your best. I sorta resent, hoever, that you and old McSquared ar that close. I enjoyed reading this poem, and hope it lasts as long as the universe, itself. - Bill

Sweet Gene,you have a way with words..I just love how you write ..excellent as always..be well and always safe OK..Hugsssss,much love to you

Gene, you have this way of writing that is so unique...and THAT is what makes your work stand out. "He taught me to train my mind on the infinity of a summer’s night."...I love these lines.

I like it!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Gene,

Whole new worlds in your lines: beautifully imaged and penned. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

SO original!!!! I love this.

very cleverly executed Gene -- you have created a view to a perspective for all to personally rationalize within their own philosophical paradigms -- with some perhaps choosing to shift or create new paradigms -- you have opened the book and exposed them to the words -- now let the words become the paths of their scrutinies, and imaginations--let peace and the creation of many more thought provoking stories be yours -- for our pleasure -- JMW

If the glory of an infinite Summer's night is what you learned then you were blessed, a true scholar and poet...and indeed you are. As to the origins of our universe, are there any? Was it always there? Time could be the greatest deceiver of all, our notion of its linearity, at least. I love the window you opened here, even if the view is...? Thank you.
John

I enjoyed the substance of this, but what I enjoyed even more was its sound....reading it aloud one can appreciate your word choices and their placement. I do happen to be an Einstein fan, despite his lack of confidence in the female intellect.

seems like a great focus too me mean Gene, a summers night, warm and delighful, don't take much math to figure. like this poem

What if all life started on the other side of a black hole and like flushing a toilet, God, for want of a better word, sent matter flying through the black hole from his universe and created ours. The concept of traning a mind on the infinity of a summer's night is much better than the image of God flushing a 'black hole' toilet and creating His own private playground.

Impressive! You wear many hats and do it so well! HUGS! SC

This is so deep Gene, When I look into the sky on a summers night I see magnificent stars and constellations that I thought were always here. I can't imagine nothingness, I'm so glad I was born after that period. What a great intelligent write, much more intelligent than my pathetic review. Sorry my friend, but my brain has nothingness. Love, Bonnie

I loved the last line, Infinity of a Summer's night. So many possibilities...
Surely have missed you dear friend, good to see you back.
Peace, light, and love,
Amber "V"