One Word

Ah – Poetry!

Random reflections

Harnessed into language.

Communion of heart and head

With oneself

To distil the Soul, the Mind

Into finest thought.


Seeking to understand



But surely – honestly – mostly -

To capture

The wonder of 'ME'!

Never before made -

Never to be repeated.

But - if ME -then YOU, too.


It must so follow.

Each of us born

In boundless diversity -

Like the Universe.


'Uni-verse: all things turning into one.'


The ultimate 'God Idea' in monotheistic religions:

'I am the Word.'

But becoming, oddly: 'The One turning into all things.'


'Behold!' shows Science:

'A universe within a universe within a universe -

From seed to sun! '… etc. etc. and etc.

Proof-driven Information

Smashing Ignorance and Imagination!

But it doesn't quite succeed


To equate Knowledge

Or destroy Mystery.


Let's be honest:

On the 'Universe scale'

We humans may count no more

Than aphids in meadow grass.




◄ Words

May God Grant Me ►


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Big Sal

Fri 25th May 2018 01:02

Last stanza really speaks and stands on its own. Whole poem is great really, well done.👍

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Stu Buck

Thu 3rd May 2018 14:10

beautiful cynthia is what it is. a real celebration of words.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 2nd May 2018 11:33

Hazel, good response! Excellent point about the 'aphids'. Exactly.

TBH, my personal comment meant that I decided not to make a comment - leaving the piece alone - to sink or swim. Your remark is super, right in the spirit of this divisive intercourse.

I was discussing with a 10-year-old boy, last week, the finer understanding of the verb 'to argue', which generally has a bad reputation, not just with kids. He was really impressed with its true, basic meaning. Who knows what long-lasting results can come from a simple conversation. He was a delight; most children usually are.

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Hazel ettridge

Wed 2nd May 2018 10:12

Hey Cynthia, there's nothing insignificant about an aphid. Have you seen the damage they can do? And talking about humans......
I've been thinking along similar lines recently. I agree, it is what it is, but paradoxically, it is also what we think it is - because that's the only way we can experience it. Or is it? I give up. Perhaps I need to write a poem.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 1st May 2018 22:17

Well ... ah, heck ... it is what it is.

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