The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 5/15/09

"Atlantis"

They were or they weren't.
On an island or not.
An ocean or not an ocean
swallowed them up or it didn't.

Was there anyone to love anyone?
Did anybody have someone to fight?
Everything happened or it didn't
there or someplace else.

Seven cities stood there.
So we think.
They were meant to stand forever.
We suppose.

They weren't up to much, no.
They were up to something, yes.

Hypothetical. Dubious.
Uncommemorated.
Never extracted from air,
fire, water, or earth.

Not contained within a stone
or drop of rain.
Not suitable for straightfaced use
as a story's moral.

A meteor fell.
Not a meteor.
A volcano exploded.
Not a volcano.
Someone summoned something.
Nothing was called.

On this more-or-less Atlantis.

~Wislawa Szymborska

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Heh. Just kidding! I do like it!

Thanks...

:hug:

fragile creation

endless effort

beyond all reason, beyond all control

must merge with mother light


around the beacon of my porch you flutter frantic

slow to rest nearby, wrapped in god's glow



across my screen you map chaotic paths

away and back yet again, you seeker of brightness

you dancer atop flames

:-)

the uncertainty of it all. :thumbsup: