We see force bend
Empty space
Where things end
And will be,
Have been and
See mass succumb
To entropy.
This is what we
Often miss:
Insubstantial stuff,
Future floating over
Dandelion fluff,
Ideas where nothing
Stops --nor do lives
Grow only to
Their tops but course
Above what we are.
A sob or kiss, enlarged
By love, gains force
And travels very far.
I often wonder how many of those bits of dandelion fluff actually land and become new dandelions.
ReplyDeleteI hope they all do, Emma. I like dandelions.
DeleteOh absolutely...Love...the driving power behind everything...so perfectly symbolised by these delicate little dandelion seeds...how incredibly beautiful...:)
ReplyDeleteKind Ygraine, the windborne seeds that have so little to do with gravity suggest that emotion in nature.
DeleteLove added to force - what a powerful duo.
ReplyDeleteThis one is worth of many a re-read, Geo. Thank you.
And thank you, Robyn, for your cogent comment.
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