11 February 2009

Incidental X-Ray

Pulsing through it all
In penetrating undulations,
But silenced in stealth.
It can come from
Any everywhere.

An accidental invention.
Just another wavelength.
It stops when we say.

Or
An astronomic afterthought,
Spinning out a billion miles
And a million billion more
In escape
From a crushed oblivion.

It exists just because
Something else was,
And then,
Finally,
Was not.
But it still has
A million miles left.

Or
Because the tech
Switches, dials, and knobs
Behind the heavy glass
While I sit very still.

7 comments:

  1. Poetry is very intimate. I'm going to get to know you so much better.

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  2. Oh yes! Rich writing, M. From enormity to here and now. Well done.
    ~Brenda

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  3. Thanks, Brenda. I was looking through some drafts and I ran into an early predecessor of this poem. It started out much darker. It came from my infant daughter getting a chest x-ray. This is COMPLETELY different.

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  4. So much reflection here! Nicely composed.

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  5. I like this a lot. The transition from the patient's control to the uncontrollable to the control of another is powerful and sad.

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  6. very well fine tuned piece.
    keep it up.

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    enjoy the best possible feedback ..

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