Born In Touch
All that is,
atoms’ motion,
born in touch,
nudging,
reaching
connection:
eyes meeting,
ears listening,
tongues tasting,
fingers brushing,
words articulating,
emptiness speaking,
souls intertwining
in realms inside/outside
time, space, places.
Old stones testify
through seasons:
each of 10k things
recycled incarnations
in perpetuity.
De aka Whimsygizmo is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word touch.
Tao Talk 
“Old stones testify”
Oh, YES. Love this.
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:) Thanks!
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I feel like we are all intertwined in that touch… love your choice of music.
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Me too, Bjorn. Glad you like the music. I used to do step aerobics to this song many moons ago.
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‘Born in touch’ describes the universe, Lisa, and you’ve encompassed it in your quadrille. I especially love:
‘emptiness speaking,
souls intertwining’
and
‘Old stones testify
through seasons’.
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Thanks so much, Kim.
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My pleasure, Lisa.
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touch is the basis of our world from the atom upwards – very creative take on the prompt Lisa – you pulled in some great physics here
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Laura, thank you.
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I’m a little scared to look into that gorgeous image for too long, in case I get hypnotised. 🤓
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Understandable, Gia. My search term was cosmic fractal. Fractals are hypnotizing by nature!
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I do believe in those recycled incarnations–that’s true eternal life. That’s a great illustration you found too. (K)
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Kerfe, I knew you would grok what I was saying. Thanks on the illustration. Search term was “cosmic fractal.” Have you done any artwork based on fractals? Not even sure it is possible beyond digital creation?
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I like fractals but I think you are right, it’s best left to digital creation. Interestingly, it’s not at all like most AI art, which I really really dislike. But geometry lends itself to formulas, which anything that is supposed to represent a living breathing thing does not.
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Loved the last stanza. Well done poem.
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Thanks much, Arcadia :)
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Wonderful. I’m with everyone in loving that last stanza in particular.
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Thank you, Dale :)
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You’re welcome :)
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Loving all the interconnections, specially this:
emptiness speaking,
souls intertwining
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Thank you, Grace.
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Your poem captured the beauty of our interconnectedness well..
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Thank you, Maria.
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Beautiful poem Li.
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Sadje, thank you.
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You’re most welcome
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beautiful poem. your choice f music was the first album i bought with my first wage
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Thank you, Rog. That’s a good song and I bet it’s a great album.
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Still got the original vinyl and still enjoy it
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Gosh, Lisa, this is such a profound exploration of interconnectedness and the cyclical nature of existence…
~David
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David, I got a message in a dream last night. It suggested that we are sensory receptors in a larger organism. It would explain a lot!
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Fascinating
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“recycled incarnations
in perpetuity.”
Yes, indeed. Lovely lines, Li. :)
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Kitty, thank you very much <3
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Some wonderful lines! Everything seems to connect.
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Thanks, Max. Headed to GR in a minute. Will catch up on reading later tonight or in the next few days (tomorrow kind of busy.)
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Take your time and enjoy yourself Lisa!
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I got back at 6, 3 hours after I left. Between 3 and 6 included a ONE HOUR traffic jam. Listening to the radio I learned a dump truck on the highway caught fire. A bunch of debris from it was all over the highway so they had to shut down both lanes of traffic! By the time I could get out of it 5 oclock traffic was about to start so I turned around and came back home :( Will post pics of it at some point. So frustrating!
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Oh I’m so sorry…BUT…I DO feel your pain! Every afternoon I wonder if that is going to happen to me and sometimes it does.
I feel terrible usually…because I’ll be saying things that I am ashamed of….then I see the wreck that I know people may have got hurt or worse….then I feel so guilty….but it’s so frustrating.
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And a monumental waste of time. My blutooth is on the fritz AGAIN, the CD player won’t take discs, meaning I had to listen to the radio and its horribleness. I pity you if you have to run that gauntlet for work all the time. YUK
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Sorry about your bluetooth…that sucks Lisa…I rely on mine to get me through my hour and a half trek day and night lol.
Lisa I’m going to retire for tonight…it was a long day…I’ll talk to you tomorrow! I’m going to watch some tv with Jen and go to sleep.
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OK cool, Max. Sweet dreams and see you tomorrow.
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We do believe in reincarnation and perpetuity of life. This resonates, Li. ❤️
That’s a fantastic image.
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Thanks, Punam. Good to know.
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Incarnations .. on and on and on and on. I love your quadrille, Lisa.
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Thanks, Helen :)
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Excellent verse , Lisa. So much to think about! Don’t get me started on incarnations. We’ve had many discussions with our friends on that subject.
I like your song choice.
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Happy you are pleased with the post, Nancy. Thanks <3
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We were on the same wavelength. I love “old stones testify.”
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Indeed, Merril. Thanks much. The concept is drawn from Native American beliefs.
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You’re welcome, Lisa.
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Wonderful poem so well penned, Li❣️
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Thank you, Cindy. Glad you enjoyed it.
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A lovely post, Lisa. No place for Mr. Spock in this gallaxy! :>) I can’t imagine an existence without touch.
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Thanks much, Dwight!
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You are welcome.
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Wonderful post ✍️🌹
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I think the stones know so much, 10k worth, all swirling in my memory too, beautiful imagery.
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<3 Thanks, Paul.
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this is beautiful Li :-) Very well done on writing such a gorgeous poem!
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Thank you, Carol Anne :)
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