Super Position for A Photo*
File: The Collective Consciousness Folder ~ An Ekphrastic, 7 x 17 Syllable, Quantum Link Poem
Black to black. Eyes shut.
Night meets water cyclically.
Magic interferes.
Flickers on the sink.
Snapshot from extinction’s brink.
Photons off The Pier.
Human alchemy.
Salvation and travesty:
A rainbow of tears.
Forged by ambition,
a global exhibition.
Agent engineered.
“Seek and you shall find:
Galaxies of grand design.
The final frontiers."
Quantum observing.
The universal learning.
Seen, therefore, it’s here.
*Without life’s witness,
The Universe is Abyss.
Black to black. Eyes shut.
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Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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THE FLOOR IS YOUR FRIEND
In case of emergency. When fears threaten faculty. The floor is your friend. Through ALL the mists of absurdity. There is a constant shore-of-surety. The floor is your friend. Take a helping hand from gravity. Crouch down and breathe steadily. The floor is your friend. Kneel, should you feel trembly. Alarm reduces with connectivity. The floor is your friend. Close your eyes to reduce sensitivity. Feel the wood, stone, tile with acuity. The floor is your friend. Soak in the glory of its solidity; a tonic of stoic sensibility. The floor is your friend. Enjoy the respite from insanity. Relax in edge-to-edge familiarity. The floor is your friend. The beneath-your-feet remedy: Mother Nature's gift for stability. The floor is your friend. Cuddle into its enormity. Become one with a planetary entity. The floor is your friend. Anchor to universal perpetuity. No longer a singularity. The floor is your friend. Drift, a mere twitch inside an eternity. A grain within a galaxy The floor is your friend. Feel the peace of enduring constancy. And be. Breathe. Just be. The floor is your friend.
By Caroline Jane6 months ago in Poets
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Circling back around to say a belated congrats Caroline on placing runner-up in the road drops here challenge!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Very symbolic… that's what makes it beautiful. Congratulations on top story. 🎉🎉🎉
I love the cyclical feel of this Caroline!! Congrats on Top Story!!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your Leaderboard placement! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Brilliant work Caroline!
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Wonderful work! Have you read Seven Brief Lessons In Physics? Life changing!
Not surprised to log in and see this get its rightful Top Story - Good job, CJ lass!
Oooo, the first and last lines are the same. Your poem was so profound. Loved it!
Nice QM piece ... great photo of those "photons off the pier"
Reminds me of the quantum physics observer effect, in which just observing or measuring a quantum system alters its properties. To be observed is to exist (if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound). A very philosophical take on a gorgeous photo. Great job.
BritBud ~ Whew, back to the Oxford Dictionary — “Human Alchemy ~ Ekphrastic?” Over my Dunce🎓Cap head…! Cj - Always with my respect - CalBud
Nice!!! Love the poems message. Crazy to think about all of space and time being here without observers. -Magic interferes- Yes it does and has! Bravo, Caroline!
I didn't realise it was Whitby, but it is great when we get these images and it is a great stepping off point for your excellent words, no doubt a Top Story
Beautiful words for a beautiful photo. Well done!
Ah Whitby. I need to visit there. Ah a poem from Caroline. Ah, it's a good Sunday. Lots to ponder in this ekphrastic! Looking all well and good in your new profile pic!
Beautiful poem and photo, Caroline!
A marvelous ekphrastic! I am still skeptical about the "to be is to be perceived" notion, but the strange truth does not need my assent to be itself.
Beautiful poem for a beautiful place - absolutely love Whitby! Can’t wait to visit again