A poem by Vera Pavlova
(translated by Steven Seymour)
Am I lovely? Of course!
Breathlessly I taste
the subtle compliment
of a handmade caress.
Chop me into tiny bits,
caress and tame my soul,
that godly swallow
you love to no end.
***
Vera wrote,
“poetry is like earthworms, thought is like cud,
and understanding is like insanity”
My thoughts are everywhere today.
In 7th grade science class our teacher took a block of wood and placed it on the front table. He then told us, “Everything is made up of molecules. Everything. The only reason why the molecules of this block do not merge with the molecules of the desk is because they are moving super slow.” He went on to say that if two objects touch long enough, they would merge. It may take a million years, but they will merge.
Chemistry is the branch of science that studies matter that interacts quickly with other matter, and changes two substances, that form new substances. Chemicals move faster than a block of wood set upon a teacher’s desk.
I must consider the bonding of people, substances, the substance of humans, parts that move slow and others fast, blood and water, our solid bones and muscles, and the abstract of thoughts and dreams.
Does a relationship make it to the level of atom?
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Thoughtful…I like the way you couple a poem with a reflection. 🙂
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this was a floating thought- no nails to hold it in place.
Thanks for visiting. Miss you bunches world traveler, stilllifewithtortillas.
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