A Question of Rotation
by Marianne Reddan
I believe in momentum, Sir,
but I wish I couldnt see its fingers
peeling paint from my wall.
Tonight I asked God
why all the plants I know can see.
He couldnt answer before
the first robot learned to spackle
But when he did, he said,
The first dandelion
to spread roots in hell
asked why man can think.
And though we still clockwise fall,
we are the immortal who die
40 fingers covering 2 eyes.
Author's Note: Upon second read I think this seems sorta pretentious, but it's really just me reading way too many Scientific American magazines & feeling really small.
Posted on 07/27/2008
Copyright © 2021 Marianne Reddan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/28/08 at 02:53 PM|
Nicely done lady. Logic and reason will never understand and explain things completely. There is a leap of faith at every level. I don't mean regards a "god" but in regards to our "use" of language. Which says more in a few sentences than all the mathematical symbols and equations will ever explain.
|Posted by Manas Moksha on 11/15/10 at 09:36 PM|
and though we still clockwise fall....love the feeling of momentum this line evokes....;)
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/25/13 at 12:32 PM|
I think this poem says what it wants and doesn't have to explain beyond the fact that words just fall where they will, despite all our intentions to guide them where we will. I detect not an inkling of pretense whatsoever in these words, but words just doing what words do, which is gather together to form some image in the reader's mind, and that is the best words can ever do for us, is assist us in the creative process.