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Macrocosm

I have been writing poetry most of my life I love how so much can be said using so little. I am not a literary person but have always enjoyed this form which drips out of me, for reasons I can’t explain, almost constantly. I have written poems to try and explain this like Surfers Block, Special Pre…

On a crisp, clear night
wide eyed on frosting veranda,
I stir my coffee
and the universe swirls.
The twinkle of a distant star,
We see long before we existed.
Within a single second
we have swung from trees
to an orbit round Mars.
Hot coffee steam,
essence of our billion fathers,
condenses over my cold glasses.