\A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIX – FEATHERS & PENNIES

A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIX – FEATHERS & PENNIES

I followed a
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l
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n
g
feather
toward the ground
along the twist
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| path |

I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone!

:: 08-05-2014 ::

A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIX – FEATHERS & PENNIES

I followed a
f
a
l
l
i
n
g

feather
to the ground,

As it twirled and spun along a dizzying path,
Until it settled, without a single sound,
A delicate thing in nature’s aftermath.

And there I found a penny, dull and plain,
With no thoughts to share or secrets to hold,
But I picked it up all the same,
As the feather’s story began to unfold.

For as the feather and copper came to rest,
They fell upon an anvil’s hardened steel,
And with each strike, the hammer’s fierce behest,
Their beauty and strength were revealed.

So let us remember, as we journey on,
That even the smallest things can bear great weight,
And by falling, we may yet rise to dawn,
Transformed by the anvil of fate.

revised: 08-05-2014 | 02.23.2023 ::

TRANSITION:

MURDER BY NUMBERS

In the tapestry of time, a feather descends,
A dance with gravity, as destiny amends.

Each quill a whispered tale, a story untold,
Unfurling secrets in patterns manifold.

A cascade of poetry, aflutter, unfree,
In the dance of descent, a wild decree.

Through air’s embrace, a falling grace,
A quivering plume, in spatial embrace.

The path it weaves, a twirling trance,
An ephemeral journey, a fleeting dance.

Twisting and turning, a cosmic ballet,
Gravity’s hold, a poet’s serenade.

In the dizzying swirl, a celestial trance,
A feather’s descent, a poetic advance.

Lines in the air, drawn by unseen hands,
A quill’s descent, in invisible strands.

And lo, upon this spiraling way,
A penny emerges, as if to say,
“I too am part of this dance divine,
In the cosmic ballet, where moments entwine.”

Yet, in the copper coin, no thoughts reside,
No tales of heavens, or secrets to confide.
A silent witness to the feather’s descent,
A union of elements, in quiet consent.

Together they fall, feather and penny,
Anvil of clouds, a forge so uncanny.
Upon striking stone, a poetic collision,
Echoes through realms, a rhythmic decision.

Feathers and pennies, in unison fall,
A hundred poems woven in the cosmic sprawl.
An ode to descent, to gravity’s call,
In the grand tapestry, where destinies enthrall.

:: — 11.14.2023 — ::

This poem, with its rich imagery and metaphors, explores the theme of descent and gravity in a cosmic and poetic context. As a Nobel laureate poet, I would interpret this piece as a meditation on the interconnectedness of various elements in the universe and the poetic beauty that can be found in seemingly ordinary events.

The poem begins with the metaphor of a feather descending in the tapestry of time. This feather, a delicate and ethereal symbol, engages in a dance with gravity, symbolizing the inevitable force that shapes destinies. Each quill of the feather tells a whispered tale, suggesting the hidden stories and secrets that are part of the grand tapestry of existence.

The dance of descent is described as a wild decree, emphasizing the unpredictable and chaotic nature of life’s journey. The use of words like “quivering plume” and “spatial embrace” adds a sensual and cosmic quality to the descent, evoking a sense of beauty in the process of falling.

The poem further explores the path of the feather, describing it as a twirling trance and a cosmic ballet. These metaphors convey a sense of grace and rhythm in the unfolding of destiny. Gravity’s hold is likened to a poet’s serenade, suggesting a harmonious and intentional force shaping the narrative of life.

The introduction of a penny in the poem adds an element of contrast. While the feather carries with it untold stories and secrets, the penny is portrayed as a silent witness, devoid of thoughts or tales. This dichotomy highlights the diverse experiences and perspectives within the grand tapestry of existence.

The union of the feather and penny in descent is described as a poetic collision, echoing through realms with rhythmic precision. This collision becomes a metaphor for the interplay of elements in the universe, creating a symphony of moments and experiences.

Ultimately, the poem celebrates the interconnectedness of diverse elements—feathers, pennies, anvil of clouds—in the cosmic sprawl. It is an ode to descent, gravity’s call, and the intricate weaving of destinies in the grand tapestry of time. The use of vivid imagery and metaphors elevates the ordinary act of falling into a profound exploration of the beauty inherent in the cosmic dance of life.