The Speed of Life
Life is a number’s game
A countdown to morning
where I re-member myself
and start over each day
I have dark thoughts
I told a woman in a dream
She said don’t say dark
The dark is fertile
Life force is fuel
and time is invisible
A broken mirror
of chaos and order
She said don’t worry about a crash
or running out of gas
Destiny is the orbit
of a developmental path
And death is a launch
into another new morning
into an embryonic heaven
where inner and outer space meet
where our cells defy gravity
and our minds lose their grasp
where dark matter keeps us together
and dark energy pushes us apart
________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United/dVerse Poets Pub
March 16th, 2023 7:15 pm
I love the entanglement of dark, fertile, and
“dark matter keeps us together
and dark energy pushes us apart”
and I love just about everything else in this poem.
Perhaps the woman in the dream will visit me tonight?
Thank you for sharing your experience of the universe inside and outside of you x
March 16th, 2023 8:20 pm
An interesting poem. Dark is fertile! and…
She said death is a launch
into another new morning
an embryonic heaven
in a sea of outer space
March 16th, 2023 10:53 pm
I believe death does launch one into a new morning.
March 17th, 2023 4:50 am
Intriguing
March 17th, 2023 6:09 am
An intriguing exploration of these dualities.
March 17th, 2023 6:30 am
Beautifully written with much to ponder.
March 17th, 2023 8:46 am
I like the interesting idea about thoughts being a navigating force. The deep dark and “light as a feather” of our inner commentary is another expression of the chaos and order.
March 17th, 2023 10:00 am
Interestings issues on regeneration
Much💜love
March 18th, 2023 12:53 pm
I love every wonderful thought, perception, line in your poem. I also believe death launches us into the amazing unknowable. Cheers, Colleen.
March 19th, 2023 8:01 am
It’s the gentle curiosity I find the most appealing about this piece. These things just are and it is much more satisfying to experience them than classifying them.
March 19th, 2023 11:43 am
I can clearly feel this as I am starting to age. What dead will bring i do not know, but I think we cannot count on anything beyond this life.
March 22nd, 2023 8:14 pm
Hooked by the first stanza! I love darkness being fertile.
March 23rd, 2023 9:53 am
After reading your poem, I am thinking of a parallel universe where there there is another me existing but in a different time.
Great write! 🙂