Gravity by Laura Summerville Reed
Gravity
by Laura Summerville Reed
I prove the theory of gravity
as I tumble earthbound
I missed my guide star
by years and only a moment
The bits and pieces that were laid bare
I forgot to pick them up and bring them home again
They prove the theory as well
They were never intended for severalty
The beautiful brilliance of it split me in two
Impaled and splintered; half, carried heavenward
and there still remain
©LSR 2010
Comments
AUTHORHp, one gleans what one will...it was certainly not written as a science lesson or children's verse and your comment was not in the least bit crass. I take it as a great compliment that you look into the words and phrases and see more of the story. ~ Laura
Is it just me or this poem erotically cryptic? Forgive me if I sound crass.
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Thank you, again, there's a bit of poetry in your comments, my friends.
That was funny and good, Laura, very wise and perceptive. Ergo, hence, the creation and its gravity that pulls our strings and tugs at our metaphorical wings...
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But one is the loneliest number, Ioua, lol. Thank you for you insightful comment.
Only singularity will gravitate the severed parts of humanity to its spirit self... Again thank you Laura for your sharing...
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The Voice - Thank you, as always, wonderful to read your praise penned upon my cyber paper.
moving hub work thanks
Now I found you on facebook. I will friend you if you don't mind as Charles C Riter. accept or no, I will anyway. LOL
I'd like to see you perform on that stage too. Well, my gramma was a Kentuckian, actually both were. Gramma Campbell was married by shotgun at 16 and had five husbands in all. She was spoiled and came from a well to do family. She was a Spencer, Wolfe County. See, I am an old hillbilly too.
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Thank you, thank you, and thank you, kind sir. Good is the only way I know to be. I'm from Kentucky, you know, lol. Laughter...I can tell a pretty good joke, but I suppose that's better left for another stage, eh? People are not going to take my writing seriously when they read this...tragic heart, forlorn and yearning? - she's full of BS!
Well girl, against the assault of laughter nothing can stand. So come laugh with me, life can be trying, but laughter eases the souls heaviness at times. Also remember this one thing I have learned, be good and you will be lonesome. I said before and I say again, you can write and I really enjoy it so. x CC
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