Submissions by sodium589
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"The limits of my language mean the limits of my world." (L.Wittgenstein) I try to shift them in writing. Any questions? Just ask.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 9:05pm
1st Oct 2014 9:05pm
Salt crystals
Sodium and chlorine
six atoms of each kind are
like spheres contacting
others to show what
we call attraction and strength
perfect symmetry
in reciprocal
relationships to give and
take force alike
six atoms of each kind are
like spheres contacting
others to show what
we call attraction and strength
perfect symmetry
in reciprocal
relationships to give and
take force alike
754 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 5:26pm
1st Oct 2014 5:26pm
Autumnal melancholy
Indian summer
smell of temporary death
renaissance in spring
smell of temporary death
renaissance in spring
630 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2014 7:16pm
18th Sep 2014 7:16pm
Wrong language (African affair)
On "I love you" I
replied "Ek hou van jou ook" -
you won't call again
replied "Ek hou van jou ook" -
you won't call again
556 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2014 11:35pm
13th Sep 2014 11:35pm
New perspective
Changed my point of view -
you want to know what I see?
Earthrise over moon
you want to know what I see?
Earthrise over moon
759 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Aug 2014 5:55pm
29th Aug 2014 5:55pm
A dog's monument
(Entered in "Something Worth Writing)
At Gettysburg Lincoln stated that four
score and seven years before a nation
was brought forth, conceived in liberty,
and dedicated to the proposition that
all men are created equal. He dedicated
the ground for those who gave their
lives that that nation might live.
Four score and nine years ago, 20 men
and their sled dogs risked their lives in
what later became famous as "The
Great Race of Mercy" to bring hope to
the diphtheria-stricken town of Nome.
This heroic deed was honoured by a...
At Gettysburg Lincoln stated that four
score and seven years before a nation
was brought forth, conceived in liberty,
and dedicated to the proposition that
all men are created equal. He dedicated
the ground for those who gave their
lives that that nation might live.
Four score and nine years ago, 20 men
and their sled dogs risked their lives in
what later became famous as "The
Great Race of Mercy" to bring hope to
the diphtheria-stricken town of Nome.
This heroic deed was honoured by a...
702 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 7:08pm
25th Aug 2014 7:08pm
A short history of everything that never happened that way
"...3...2...1...big bang..."
629 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 2:22pm
17th Aug 2014 2:22pm
From a distance
How long does it take hearts
to do just one beat?
How far could thoughts meanwhile flee?
How long does it take to write an e-mail
and how long to get it there
where you want it to be?
How long to gain courage to say
those three magic words
and them, if finally spoken,
to travel across the Milky Way?
So, if distance is what WE make, indeed,
does this to remote lovers mean that,
if using time wisely,
they will - at last- succeed?
to do just one beat?
How far could thoughts meanwhile flee?
How long does it take to write an e-mail
and how long to get it there
where you want it to be?
How long to gain courage to say
those three magic words
and them, if finally spoken,
to travel across the Milky Way?
So, if distance is what WE make, indeed,
does this to remote lovers mean that,
if using time wisely,
they will - at last- succeed?
835 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2014 9:58am
16th Aug 2014 9:58am
Song Book
"Voi ch'ascoltate in rime sparse il suono
di quei sospiri ond'io nudriva 'l core..."
Could we - after centuries - read this,
would we remember its author at all,
had we been better off,
if he'd finally got her?
di quei sospiri ond'io nudriva 'l core..."
Could we - after centuries - read this,
would we remember its author at all,
had we been better off,
if he'd finally got her?
720 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2014 8:55pm
14th Aug 2014 8:55pm
Hollywood
Once
we went to the cinema
holding hands
sitting side by side
they played "Ideas"
at "Plato's".
And
watching shadows passing by
too late
I realized
that you had blinked
just
when another shadow
came along -
the silhouette
of love.
we went to the cinema
holding hands
sitting side by side
they played "Ideas"
at "Plato's".
And
watching shadows passing by
too late
I realized
that you had blinked
just
when another shadow
came along -
the silhouette
of love.
774 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 9:40pm
13th Aug 2014 9:40pm
Letter
Hi, it's me!
Of course, you don't know me - yet.
That's because we've never met before in your life.
Will you do me a favour? Yes?
Then get your ass out of your ivory tower and find that beautiful woman with her radiant smile for me, fall for her, and - well, you know what to do...
If you'd do that for me, I'd always love you - Dad!
Of course, you don't know me - yet.
That's because we've never met before in your life.
Will you do me a favour? Yes?
Then get your ass out of your ivory tower and find that beautiful woman with her radiant smile for me, fall for her, and - well, you know what to do...
If you'd do that for me, I'd always love you - Dad!
661 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 7:23pm
12th Aug 2014 7:23pm
Love isn't prime
No doubt, love is composite -
you can't love on your own.
Two factors are always needed to get it:
two primes, multiplied by each other -
like you and me.
Best, we're not too different -
thus twin primes.
But are there indefinitely many?
Nobody knows yet.
So it is with love,
but hope still grows.
you can't love on your own.
Two factors are always needed to get it:
two primes, multiplied by each other -
like you and me.
Best, we're not too different -
thus twin primes.
But are there indefinitely many?
Nobody knows yet.
So it is with love,
but hope still grows.
753 reads
5 Comments
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