If the first thing is Darkness
- bound to the silence hence,
The second must be Lighting
- with sounds in sequence.
Something blows, even windless
- elemental clouds in aery fire.
They paint the world... blasting
- a beautiful thing to be admire.
After a rain of shining specks
- that sets the canvas bottom,
All the minor spheres they grasp
- aiming to begin their Stardom.
Gravity plays everything in place,
- small rocky and big gas giants.
Except Comets, that it can't clasp,
- far beyond their eyed sextants.
- bound to the silence hence,
The second must be Lighting
- with sounds in sequence.
Something blows, even windless
- elemental clouds in aery fire.
They paint the world... blasting
- a beautiful thing to be admire.
After a rain of shining specks
- that sets the canvas bottom,
All the minor spheres they grasp
- aiming to begin their Stardom.
Gravity plays everything in place,
- small rocky and big gas giants.
Except Comets, that it can't clasp,
- far beyond their eyed sextants.
Parabéns pelo primeiro poema, querido Ivan, que já nasce refinado e profundo. Adorei especialmente o verso: "Something blows, even windless". Quantas coisas conseguimos realizar, mesmo quando todas as condições parecem desfavoráveis, não é mesmo?
ResponderExcluirBeijo grande e obrigada por compartilhar este espaço comigo! <3
Oi, Luana querida!
ResponderExcluirMuitíssimo obrigado pela leitura e pelo comentário.
Muito me agrada saber que me fiz entender por meio do poema! Um grande beijo!