Each atom,
mote of possibility;
synthesized, charged
puzzle pieces
within metaphysical
context; aspects of
a time-space-dimensional
continuum, simultaneously
borning and graving, in perpetuity.
I’m a daisy,
a tree,
a cloudburst,
an ocean.
I’m a song,
a laugh,
a scream,
an idea.
I’m sentient dust.
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De Jackson is today’s host of dVerse’ quadrille Monday. De says:
Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some form of the word possible.
Tao Talk 
“borning and graving” – wonderful.
D
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Thanks, D!
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On a microscopic level, an atom has all the possibilities in the world to become anything more or less
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🙂 I know. Do you see our system as open or closed? Or both? I think of it as a closed earth system, but I also think we are open to the universe.
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It depends… for exchange of energy we are certainly an open system… for particles we are probably more closed (at least for practical purposes).
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Ohhhhh. I love these lines SO much:
“I’m a daisy,
a tree,
a cloudburst,
an ocean.
I’m a song,
a laugh,
a scream,
an idea.”
Just fantastic. Endless possibilities.
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🙂 Thanks, De!
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This is absolutely stunning, Lisa! 😀 I love the closing. So well done! 💝
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Sanaa, many thanks 🙂
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A perfect ending, in so many ways. Love it!
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🙂 Thanks, Linda!
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Such a wonderful poem of possibilities at every level of existence. I wanted to write on this theme but my brain wasn’t up to it tonight 😅 it made me think of Puck as quoted in The English Patient:
‘Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;’ 🔥
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Fabulous, Ingrid. I’m in good company with Ondaatje and/or Shakespeare ❤ Thank you!
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The best! ❤️
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Heavy duty, philosophical, yet whimsical,. “I’m sentient dust” is haunting, Brings to mind Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday in TOMBSTONE, saying,” I am your huckleberry.”
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Many thanks, Glenn. Cool line from Doc!
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Wonderful! So many possibilities! I think of how everything on earth carries minerals from space, and how we all carry the same basic building blocks.
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Glad you connected with it, Merril, thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Wow, the possibilities are indeed endless. What a stunning and wonderful write!
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Lucy thank you very much.
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ah the possibilities….
“simultaneously
borning and graving, in perpetuity”
and the listing at the end with the finality of sentient dust.
Well done!.
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Thank you, Lillian ❤
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I love the juxtaposition of physics and biology, the philosophical and the just-being. The ‘I’m a daisy… I’m a song…’ lines brought to mind Ariel from The Tempest.
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Kim, thank you. Very cool. Shakespeare was dust on the mountain top. I just watched the new movie, “Ophelia,” told from her perspective. What a good movie!
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From “I’m a daisy” to “I’m sentient dust” This is perfection (not that I don’t like the beginning its just that the latter part should be silkscreened on a billion T-Shirts)
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ha ha 🙂 Love your comment, Debi.
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Surely there ar no imps in your possibilities
Happy Monday
Much💝love
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They are the screamers 😉 Thank you and love back, Gillena ❤
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a powerfully beautiful piece Lisa, you have excelled with this one, so relatable as one sentient dust particle to another !
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So glad you enjoyed this one, Kate. Thank you!
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always a pleasure!
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Beautifully penned. Rife with possibioity.
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Many thanks, Beverly, glad you like it.
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I drank a wine
of possibility with Rumi
And shivered:
How can I scribble
a poem of nothing
I’m not
just fix upon the world
a scribble
meant to be that poem
for I am
Winter and Water
in Time
that Poem is me
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I love Rumi! I believe him, as it is so ❤
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Thanks! So sorry I didn’t see your comment much earlier. And yes, indeed, for he has touched the divine.
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You are very welcome, and I agree.
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Oh so much possibility!
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🙂
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I love how from dust we can be an ocean. Love the part that De quoted!
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Grace, thank you. We can!
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Expansive possibilities in this, Lisa…that final line sums it up!
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Thank you, Lynn 🙂
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Very Zen. I love the word mote too. (K)
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Thanks, K. I read a book years ago, called, “The Mote in God’s Eye” and have stored mote away for the right occasion 😉 I’ve still got my collage stuff out and will be doing some more work. Question: are those postcards for the PO thing 5×8?
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You can do any size, though if its not the normal 4 x 6 you need to use a regular stamp, not a postcard one. I’m amazed at some things I’ve gotten in the mail.
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OK thanks. I’m getting geeked for it and want to get started now so will be ready when it happens.
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Its a good idea. Looking back, I don’t know how I made 30 in just one month.
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I was only liking this poem until I got to your closer; then I was LOVING it!!
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Thanks! and so glad it resonates for you.
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we are the needle in the web we weave…creating possibility
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❤ good to keep in the forefront, Truedessa
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Well done Lisa, yes the very fact of our being here as complex creatures is an impossible possibility! The universe is an amazing place!
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Thank you, Dwight, and yes it is!
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Beautifully crafted poem Li
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Sadje, thank you.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Possiblities are endless!! Beautifully done, Lisa :))
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Thank you very much, Jay.
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That is beautiful! Each atom providing endless possibilities.
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Yes it is. Really opens things up doesn’t it. Thank you for your comment ❤
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oh yes. we are all this and more. love the scientific aspect of this, too, Jade.
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Thank you very much, Rosemarie.
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Always a pleasure, Ms. Jade!
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We are just motes, aren’t we? With endless possibilities before us, even to the end.
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Yes!
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A poetic multiverse, Lisa 😀
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🙂
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This is so good! I love that each line, while brief, is so compact and full of power, the whole poem explodes in the mind, leaving me pondering the sentient dust. ❤
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Thank you for reading and I love your comment.
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I love the way you used mote here …. spectacular poetry.
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Helen, many thanks ❤
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I love all of these possibilities! Beautifully done.
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Sascha, thank you 🙂
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With a twist…
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spiraling dust…
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Oh yes. . .
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