Tuesday, October 11, 2011


On the cusp of foreseeable fall
will we hear the cherubim call
or do atoms disperse
across the diverse
dimensions that constitute all?

Are we simply carbon and such
coherent as long as we clutch
to fragments of thought
or is substance wrought
through tentative trials of touch

where friction is bound to ensue
enabling passion to brew,
a force with which we
can forge a degree
of purpose we long to construe.


Paul Andrew Russell said...


Jan Freeman said...

The age old questions, nicely packaged.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


This has certainly given me lots to consider on this grey and miserable day here in England.
I will write back if I find some better answers!!!

Best wishes, Eileen

rch said...

Hi Paul, Jan, Eileen,

This one was percolating for a while, I'm glad I got it out of my head ;)

and Eileen, if you do, please do :D