Oceans cascade
From unfathomable heights
Into the vast sculptured crevices
Of the planet’s bosom.
Numerous energies
Transmutated by tempest
Thrashed and torn asunder
Into pools of perfect chaos.
Writhing molecules
Repeatedly rearranged
In unprecedented forms
Of which many are miscarried.
Fortune’s devices
Favor but a few
Particular arrangements
To persist amid such tumultuousness.
Fluctuating forces
Pound vitality into matter,
Precipitating its progress
In discordant detumescence.
Patterns emerge
Inevitably in chance variables
Until at long last
A seedling erupts.
Implanted erection
Upon a rugged stone surface
Surfacing into the light
And its first growing pains.
Searing agony,
The flower’s contorted face
Gazing towards the sky
And screaming
“I’m Alive!”
Amazing poem!
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Great poems – keep on posting!
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