#immensity - Hello Poetry

poem in two parts (a plane and bird) You are a sound in still silence; a point against negative space toward which my eye is drawn. The sun set, peeking beneath a blanket of storm clouds, painting the underside, as a plane, an infinitesimal photon, a plane flew as an impossible pinprick of optimistic light, moving slowly against the immense parallax backdrop of bright and hazy pink-orange glowing thunder clouds. You are the first breath I took. You are the product of all infinities, divided by itself, the sum of all integers. When the earth falls into the sun, long after humans left, long after you left, and any recognizable trace of you is swallowed, your memory will persist. You will have still lived; You will have been the last breath I took. A fulcrum of loss and a wedge between two equally lost people, but between them, between them still a bird, flying farther than any eye can see, but should the lights of the lighthouses lose you against their foggy panes, or should the salty wind dash you against something equally heavy, call out, and cast your voice into the sky, upon the sea, and against the stars, and maybe its echoes will live a little longer than you.

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Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC

joshua-brown1q

For Victoria

poem in two parts (a plane and bird) You are a sound in still silence; a point against negative space toward which my eye is drawn. The sun set, peeking beneath a blanket of storm clouds, painting the underside, as a plane, an infinitesimal photon, a plane flew as an impossible pinprick of optimistic light, moving slowly against the immense parallax backdrop of bright and hazy pink-orange glowing thunder clouds. You are the first breath I took. You are the product of all infinities, divided by itself, the sum of all integers. When the earth falls into the sun, long after humans left, long after you left, and any recognizable trace of you is swallowed, your memory will persist. You will have still lived; You will have been the last breath I took. A fulcrum of loss and a wedge between two equally lost people, but between them, between them still a bird, flying farther than any eye can see, but should the lights of the lighthouses lose you against their foggy panes, or should the salty wind dash you against something equally heavy, call out, and cast your voice into the sky, upon the sea, and against the stars, and maybe its echoes will live a little longer than you.

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A love like this, perhaps it isn't made for mundane living. I can still feel the texture of your deep yellow shirt as I held you in my arms, sleeping your holy sleep. At the very centre of my fingertips, I can still feel the sense that I am holding life itself, that I am holding - Infinity. Green and new as emerging plant life, vaster than the velvety immensity of this Icelandic night.

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC

FrancescaRegan

February Light

A love like this, perhaps it isn't made for mundane living. I can still feel the texture of your deep yellow shirt as I held you in my arms, sleeping your holy sleep. At the very centre of my fingertips, I can still feel the sense that I am holding life itself, that I am holding - Infinity. Green and new as emerging plant life, vaster than the velvety immensity of this Icelandic night.

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I'm in love with an immensity I will never seize. Whereas the sky is too far for my mortal arms to grasp the clouds and count the stars from the seas.

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC

mfgm

i m m e n s i t y

I'm in love with an immensity I will never seize. Whereas the sky is too far for my mortal arms to grasp the clouds and count the stars from the seas.

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I am a moth, and you are the moon, I find my way by you. But, if I mistake a light other than you, for you, It is fatal. I am a sailor, and you are the sun. I find my way by you by day, and by night, the stars, and the light of the moon which is, of course, Your light.

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Jan 7, 2016

Jan 7, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC

joshua-brown1q

Moon and Sun

I am a moth, and you are the moon, I find my way by you. But, if I mistake a light other than you, for you, It is fatal. I am a sailor, and you are the sun. I find my way by you by day, and by night, the stars, and the light of the moon which is, of course, Your light.

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