Ripples
A Poem
We are all just ancient cosmic vessels of organic
energy and memories. In love with violence, sex,
heartbreak and constantly creating enemies.
We are all conscious, sedimentary stones
woven together by flesh and bone,
destined to make ripples.
We are born desperate children,
desperately in constant need to suckle
contaminated milk from Mother Nature’s
sacred nipples. We are addicted to siphoning
radiation from the immortal breast of our
archaic universe.
Animals and kingdoms.
Extroverts and introverts.
We’re too old to know the past
and too young to see the future.
We’re crippled intergalactic gladiators,
who fancy dying by excessive sugar
and wasting away precious seconds
in front of personal computers.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
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How beautiful. Congratulations on the Top Story achievement.
Enjoyed reading your poems
So much truth here… we are minuscule and yet we feel like kings anyway. So thought-provoking! Congras on top story!
great bro
True
This great. Congrats on the TS.
Every single word of this poem is true. It tells things about life that nobody wants to accept. It's brilliant!
Nicely done!
Wow, congrats on your top story.
Kale Bova's poem "Ripples" eloquently captures the dualities of human existence, juxtaposing love and violence to highlight our complex nature. Sir this has me reflect to The Principle of Polarity.
excellent and underrated. bravo on TS.
Truth. Congratulations on top story.
Congratulations on Top Story - a lot to unpack in the angst of this poem.
Congratulations on Top Story! I found your words to be powerful and introspective. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
this was excellent, love how you wove your words together!
Young cosmic vessels, woven together by flesh and bone, are consumed by violence and sex. They are desperate children, addicted to siphoning radiation from the ancient universe. They are both extroverts and introverts, too old to know the past and too young to see the future. Your poem is very inspiring and educative. I enjoyed reading it.