Resonant curiosity of moisture and rust
takes my mind far from complacency,
considering the iron framework of life itself.
As entropy stays vigilant, stepping behind
all things with a most unsettling certitude,
it seeks dust, scum, and char as a
wand-cast destiny for all things.
Planets and stars slumber in the harmony of the present,
ever traveling to the poles of infinity,
where time will blacken the night sky
and warming energies become a
deafening noise that breaks our fragile chain.
I rustle in dry brown leaves, who are now
wise in death to our mutual and inevitable fate.
They feel no more and there is shrinking hope
as resorption slows toward the extinction of all things,
and must, from at least one perspective, seem like a spinning top
decelerating in a child’s gaze.
Author notes
Prompt: I believe in the decomposition of life.- S.Masudy
Entropy-The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity.
A contest entry
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Awesome...
Strong, compelling narrative with wonderful imagery & great use of metaphor & wordage that makes for a captivating read...
Impressive as always...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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Loved the imagery...beautiful imagination, my friend.
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very nicely done.
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Truly awesome writing, my dear friend
Your use of metaphor is breath-taking and this poem is awesome!
Wishing you the very best!
Hugs,
Sandy
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Well all I can say is ashes to ashes, dust to dust, so of course there has to be decompostion of life, and like with leaves, if we left them there to compost they make for a covering for all the newness of life in spring...another life, another cycle. Amazing write again my friend. Blessings.
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In the spin
I could spin with this poem until I fall to the ground, dizzy and breathless from its effect, for it carries me beyond myself. Entropy is one of my favorite concepts, and it begs to be challenged. However vain, we as humans do attempt to counteract its effect, with heights of emotional outreach and our compression-waves voices that it ultimately defeats in outer space. This poem does have an outreaching voice with commanding presence. I found much substance in the line "I rustle in dry brown leaves, who are now wise in death to our mutual and inevitable fate". We spin, but entropy wins. This is an inspired response to the contest prompt.
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an amazing take on the prompt....
Your free verse consistently evokes a great deal of thought in your readers. I greatly admire your skill with metaphor and language. Your use of "extinction" is right at home with a prompt about something as profound as the "decomposition of life." Our planet is so young if you look at the universe as a macrocosm of life, as I do. Reading this poem reminds me that all life is minute by comparison to what truly exists beyond our limited scope of human perception. I love the intuition so prevalent in your writing. That, in itself, is a gift. Best wishes to you in this contest.
Don
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