My second poem for National Poetry Month is a Rhymed Tercet. The title of the Fractal is the Echoes of Spacetime.
by A. A. Zingler
Blazing hot inferno explodes into life
in its superheated soup of particles
the spark of inflation rapidly spikes.
Dust coalesced by gravity’s attraction
form the weave of all galaxies’ bones
and jumpstart protostars’ inner ignition.
The seeds for life erupts into existence
cooked in the crucible of massive stars–
their supernovas spew out ingredients.
New stars birthed in the galaxy’s nurseries
Gather supernova dust into planets
These abodes cultivates life’s biology.
Fractal created by A. A. Zingler
Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul.
A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame.
There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams.
I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.
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