rarefied: a primer on how to become a ghost
With isolation
A silent phone
An empty house
No need to get up
No need to go out.
Spaces widen
As between stars
And seasons switch
In Doppler effect
From blue shift
To desolate red.
I no longer need
To sublimate
Only to accept
My state
Comings and goings
Relative motion
No destination
In a vacuum.
Eventually
Gravity weakens
What joins us
Non existent…
I’m rarefied
Empty of life
A smudge of light
in an endless night.
That picture is perfect for the imagery you speak of. :)
Ah, so you understand the Physics :)
Awesome poetry
I read this three times. Maybe it has to do with my current state of mind and a bit of grief, but I truly feel your words as I read them. Outstanding piece, John.
Yeah, I thought it would speak to you too, after I wrote it - it's a difficult one because of the allusions - the red shift referring to people drifting far away etc.
To be honest, that's what spoke to me most.... always inspired by your take on life, John. :)
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That's what happens when your heart is empty - you float away, nothing to ground you.
That's the heart of the poem - what I meant by sublimate - you go from a solid to a gas
great work.the words are sweet to read
Great Post.
Very great poem. Very beautiful starts.....it begins slowly...
thanks
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Nice poetry with nice pic and words
thank you, @pardeepkumar