love scream blackhole by Meagan GreenTenderness breathes somewhere within mechanical animals.
All hope is lost, the world ends,
and only in that moment when
it feels just right
does the sun implode from within and cease to shine,
cease to intertwine with fluctuating, reluctant life.
Love screams for attention... look at me, stars, look!
I imagine the end of days as the beginning of nights.
The crabs lay their eggs in the sand, and,
the petals open their legs
to the stars whose black holes
thrust them into the unknown knowing so many
and many, and many, years before they broke their molds.
The universe as we know it was, is, and isn't long before we know it.
It is already dead, already reborn,
and only one tree survives
nuclear explosion
in deep midnight, after sunrise, years before the thumbs' sight
comes to absolutely no conclusion
for there is none, nothing, noone undone.
Tenderness sighs a cold whisper nothing from our eyes,
but a well laid touch between two lovers
collapses worlds
and bleeds new ones. 05/16/2007
Posted on 05/17/2007 Copyright © 2024 Meagan Green
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/18/07 at 12:42 AM a fabulously webbed worldly flow. romance is not dead. the stars and planets can align, reproduce and then destroy themselves. the recycling process of love. find it, feed it, cherish it ,destroy it. a powerful piece here laced with astral goodness. nice stumble onto your work by me. very impressed. |
Posted by Laura Doom on 06/03/07 at 10:27 PM Great big white world sucked into a supermassive black hole - and the significance is...a matter of perspective? A flight of fantasy to kiss the unknowable - scintillating stuff Meagan :) |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/03/16 at 05:08 PM A fine, fine piece. Congrats on POTD! |
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