Superstrings and Spaghetti
©02-03-22, Olan L. Smith
Strings: all tuned and everywhere, so hang them
On the door,
Lay them on the floor,
Therefore, hang them on the longbow
To stretch, you know.
Hang them from the bough
Of an oak tree that support the farmer's plow.
I think we must toss them in the sun
And let them be consumed, just for fun
Watch the flare send all its strings to create
The worlds, quantize everything to radiate
The earth, turn them into a pole to spin the world
Like candy canes twirled and then unfurled.
I detect strings everywhere!
Strings make my coffee cup that sits on my desk,
They form your heart, beating and quite picturesque,
Plus, wonderful to hear as I lay my head upon your breast.
Who am I to disagree with strings? They make us all blessed
From the creator; she, he, or it creates with small things unseen
Everything perceived is made of strings, large, small, or unseen.
I see sequences of vibrating strings everywhere.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
