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The Music of Throbbed Spheres

     The Music of Throbbed Spheres

 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 

A poem comes from inner space — and not.

The regions round the ribs are where it comes

From, or, from in soul’s sun, its mind, a spot

Of heat, a darker region where Christ thrums

Long after His creation.  Poems rise

Within a poet since they parallel

The universal laws that drive the skies

Of Saturn, rings and moons that form its shell

(Well, theoretically).  Auroras heat

Cold, though.  The particles from rings

Increase this warmth, a type of warming sleet,

Explaining why a stirring sonnet sings.

  Congruencies in outer space with pen

        Near inner space cause music rhymed in men.

~ Phillip Whidden

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