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Never Too Old
by Clara Mae GregoryHe rouses her repose
Like displaced atoms
Of vascillating light.
A rotund and somber man,
A Rubenesque stranger
Rocking her cradle
With untimely deliberation.
She fell out into
His comforting grip,
His pulsating electrons
Polarizing hers.
Charge by charge
Ion by ion
Sharing half-lives
Left from spent love.
His energy balances
As he tames her light
Into one with him
In unamimous glow.
She finds her repose
Roused to find rest
Cradling his atoms.
09/06/2009 Author's Note: Love can be a strange affair....even in imagination.
Posted on 09/06/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/07/09 at 05:46 AM I REALLY like this, but especially "Sharing half-lives Left from spent love." It's very interesting and brought up some peculiar imagery for me! |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/07/09 at 07:45 AM Reminds me of ee cummmings...I love the lines rocking her cradle with untimely deliberation.... |
| Posted by James Zealy on 09/07/09 at 01:21 PM The electronic medium in many mimics letter writing, only there is no delay or waiting for a response. Many lovers have developed intense relationships based to a large degree on the written word, predating the electronic age. Nice description of an older concept modernized. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/08/09 at 03:18 AM Thoroughly enjoyed the vocabulary here, the sense of maturity and a slower paced, satisfying, seasoned "glow". Thank you. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/08/09 at 05:49 AM This appeals to me on many levels. As a Scientist (by training) but a romantic by nature, the physics go hand-in-hand with the notion of the motion of this moving scene serene! |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 09/08/09 at 04:09 PM This poem creates a lovely image in my mind and one I like to think of again and again. Nice! |
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