Evolution, a potter's wheel, Spinning life from a cosmic debris
Not a stairway or a puzzle, nature's siblings, the birds and bees
They hover along the ocean's floor in impossible neon dreams
Dazzling displays of fierce feathers on high, strutting, preening.
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Brilliant poem, loved every word you've written! this poem totally blends with thoughts in my mind, my curiosity piqued and imagination soaring in all directions, that in itself may be deemed a miracle I think. Your title is what drew me in being a musician - Mozart and molecules stirring my scientific intellect. Really great poem, enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Miracle equals magic and many things can appear that way, but most have beautiful and even well understood explanations. This does not detract but adds so much more
A universe born from a single point of post-nothingness is magic. String theory is not an answer but a view of the incredible beauty of all creation.
Wow...so amazing this is really. I behold a miracle in the air as I rise. Marvelous poem shared with wise vision.10
Where peace reigns and civility is allowed to flourish unbridled humanity shines. The ghetto is the result of a break in the chain with family and community.
The greatness of the 'kosmos' described by the poetical greatness of your pen, plectra, my dear.