Creation (a poem)

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A river is born

As the ball rolls,

Moisture captured

In upper strata,

Bleeding to layers below.

Impressions made;

Streams carved;

The universe is marked

By passing thought.

From irrigated channels,

Ideas unsaid find root.

Worlds are created.

Worlds are changed.

And life takes new meaning,

If only for a moment,

Until the ball rolls again

In fields yet untilled.

The episode that never existed

The episode that never existed

2 thoughts on “Creation (a poem)

  1. Wow, this is great. The last few verses, especially “And life takes new meaning, If only for a moment…” reflects an deep and sentimental mood. I really enjoyed the read.

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