Welcome!You have arrived at StarPoet, a comet falling toward morning. The poet's still here, Sappho's child, slightly disheveled.
StarPoet Blast Off!StarPoet by Lisa Jain ThompsonNews

Join Lisa Jain Thompson on FacebookFacebook

Share

Follow Lisa Jain Thompson on TwitterTwitter

Email

Add to Google

Bookmark and Share Subscribe
NASA Image Of The Day
Hurricane Celia
Perfectly circular, powerful Hurricane Celia spaned hundreds of miles over the Pacific Ocean in this image from June 24, 2010. Rough-textured clouds surround the storm?s distinct eye. Farther from the center of the storm, spiral arms appear thinner and smoother. The Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer, or MODIS, on NASA?s Aqua satellite captured this true-color image of Hurricane Celia at 1:55 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time on June 24, 2010. Just five minutes later, the U.S. National Hurricane Center classified Celia as a Category 4 hurricane with sustained winds of 135 miles per hour. Image Credit: NASA...
Congruency Print E-mail
Poetry Cycles - Ancient of Days
Lisa Jain Thompson   
Sunday, 25 February 2007 15:06
Congruency
  
  
Circle upon circle upon oval on sphere,
The closer is far, the farther is near;
Inward, outward the figuring eights
Open and close the conical gates.
  
Winding, twining a convolute disk,
Whilring, twirling a swirling mist;
Rotunding sphericity of globular flight
To undulate spirals of involute night.
  
Criss-crossed clowns whose circus bands,
Stepping across the seedling sands,
Stumble back again once more
To kaleidoscopic converging doors.
  
Cylindrical cells of confluent thought,
Seeking asylum in shells to be taught,
Seducing concurrently and repulsing what's sought.
Congeries of congested rot,
Sanctioning spirits for the soul of a dot.
  
Answers angling out and away,
Summer suns searching for a day;
Divergent assemblies to be stolen or bought,
Chased after but never caught.
  
I am waiting,
    For in the beginning God created heaven and earth
    And in the end earth created god.
  
I am here,
   Waiting.
  
There are no mists or fogs surrounding me,
No shrouding shadows screen me.
  
I was here at the beginning,
I will be here at the end,
  
Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere.
  
  
Lisa Jain Thompson
July 29, 1966
This revision © February 2007

Comments (0)Add Comment

Write comment

security code
Write the displayed characters


busy