The Nature Of Tangency

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    Poem Commentary

    Constructive criticism and analysis are always welcome! The word tangent usually involves math, and circles, but it is also used to mean "An abrupt, unexpected change."

    The Nature Of Tangency

    Gonna take the world by storm,
              One thunderbolt at a time.
    A spark makes a flame
    And the flame makes fire;
    The thicket and brush, in a burning spiral,
    Die in a hush
                     To an ashes' pile.
    Their death, but a guile, becomes
    A rebirth; Whatever's left blossoms,
    And dictates the new. And the new
    Is infected, through and through.
    The pines and the maples shall stand
    Once again, but not as the same;
    The new day brings the ways of change.
    Air does not stay locked in place!--Constant in
    Motion as perpetual race!--And this is the
    Mystique and grace of such fame--
    A tedious change, inch by inch.
    Every grass blade as green as a gem,
    Burned down then melted like an emerald stem.
    The heat subsides and the temperature cools;
    The grass does regrow like the magma hardens.
    And with each rebirth
                              change becomes evident.

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    DeepEclipse commented on The Nature Of Tangency

    07-26-2010

    So true! Even our bodies......replace cells daily. You literally aren't the same -you- you were yesterday. As old cells and skin fall new ones replace themselves. Love this line (Air does not stay locked in place!--Constant in Motion as perpetual race!) - Ah just like water. Ever moving, ever constant, ever kinetic. Always staying lubricated. I have no critique on this poem. It works well to me. I like how you tab certain lines, it adds a different emphasis on that line. Enjoyed the read. Intellectually written.

    FadingFebruary

    07/31/2010

    Thanks so much! I was afraid it sounded a little cheesey haha.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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