Absorbed In The Flow Of Dust
There is always that one verse,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
That captivates to be remembered first.
When a reader reviews,
A prose a poet has written.
To then volunteer what doesn't appear.
Writing poetry takes an ability to find,
Meaning, purpose and definition.
And often combining humor, cynicism...
With a topic that condenses.
Leaving the reader left attempting,
To make sense of what has been presented.
And more often than not,
Better than the author had intended.
'That one verse?
I loved it.
The way you depicted the Universe,
As relieving you to feel free again.
Once you decided to release your mind,
From bouts of having mental constipation.
I saw it there. Your creativity.'
I'm glad you liked it.~
I must admit this,
'Absorbed In The Flow Of Dust'.
Was it your mind?
Or what it was you left behind,
Did you leave to be consumed...
That brought to you the greatest satisfaction?
Your decision to take flight,
Amongst the stars.
Beyond the speed of light? '
Sure. Why not.
That's it. That's it exactly.~
Who do you refer to as,
'....receiving the stench...
To discover you had broken the sound barriar?
Inhabitants of other planets?
The ones you mentioned,
You witnessed abusing Zeus?
Husband of Hera?
Known for her loose and flirtatious ways,
~Zeus? Hera? Jupiter?
That's it, exactly.
You are the first one,
To interpret my words as I intended them meant.
'Inhabitants of other planets.'
I like that.
Your imagination has been most helpful.
What other poems of mine,
Have you read to re-interpret? ~