Living

A spiral
holds all between
edge and centre,

orbits balance

in the noise from zero
to endless.

Galaxies and lovers

both obey such laws,
caught in inertia
of circle-step
and reality curved.

So too that helix
tucked beneath skin
and memory,

poised
in the middle
of beginning

and ending,

of all and nothing-

life stands
as that tension,
an arc from birth
to death.

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Rising From The Mire by CarolDesjarlais. 700 points, ended March 29, 5 entries
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Fug-azi
March 31

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I'm a believer in the theroy potrayed by the Mobius strip. If you attach its properties to time then everything that has been, will be.
misselaineous
March 30
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yes
you have said it how it is

well done
CarolDesjarlais
March 29

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Oh beautifully done.... so many see the Hoop as a flat circle, when it is spiral upon spiral. Really well written.
Rowan
March 28

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Yep, and I feel like I'm on the downslope of that arc. lol.
You always take me uncomfortably deeper than sometimes, I want to go. lol. Excellent take on this, as usual. I see your name in a contest, my hands become still and my muse sits back.
ArtFullyMe
March 28
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always.
tomisb
March 28
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You catch the process and only allude to the angst of meaning. Nicely done.
Love, Tom B.
Suzanne Dia
March 28

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Life sits patient in between birth and death, doesn't it? I like that about it. Even when I feel like screaming from restless impatience, life is there, quiet and still waiting for me to slow down and say hello.

Nicely done, Miss Kate.

I am happy to see you posting again.