The following poetic compilation is an incomplete poem I started a year ago. And no, this is not an example of what I would consider my best writing. It is an attempt I made a year ago to re-acquire my voice, and now it serves as my attempt to fertilize my foray into regularly writing and publishing. Though the words of the following poetic thoughts are not as composed to my expectations– the ideas and thoughts are still worth sharing– and will always be there to come back to and play with and fine tune later. Perhaps, they will even seed some poetic inspiration for my readers. One can hope…
Rot, decay–things observed when life leaves astray.
A process initiated by death or an end.
I have witnessed the devastation wrought by this breaking down-
and the resurrected beginnings birthed from such destruction.
Remnants of what was become the fodder of what will be-
the lines between of what was and is are so entwined becoming non-existent
This awareness is not only mine– its so keenly echoed in the mythical account of the Phoenix’s rising and remembered at a serendipitous timing.
Laws of basic Physics prevail: Energy cannot be created or made.
Its source is only transformed…