Silky Owlet / Photographed in Papua New Guinea / Michael Sammut
Even in chaos nature finds balance
violent floods beget fertile fields
one thing ends — another begins
when life insists death yields
life is a cycle of birth and death
untamed wildfire creates forest ash
the ashen remains nurture growth again
forged in the fires of living
born is the miracle of expanding life
one thing ends — another begins
nothing beautiful comes without struggle
hammered from the pain of learning
emerges the power of wisdom
it is there in the teaching hand
evolution is not a revolution
it is the byproduct of time
one thing ends — another begins
nature ever seeks the best design
in between the was and will be
is the chaos realm of rearrange
the molten crucible of change
one thing ends — another begins
in the caterpillar lives the butterfly
one thing ends — another begins
now and forever the Mandala spins
Original DDE™ surreal art: “Great Mandala — Still / Moving”
by: rob kistner © 1/8/25
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rob kistner © 1/9/25
Poetry at: dVerse
Poetry at: dVerse
There are those things that can only born from fire… but judging from the news there are a lot of houses burning too.
It is sad Bjorn. 🙁
One thing ends – another begins for better or worse. It takes courage and resilience to carry on.
Your repetition works well as it loops throughout the cycle of life.
Thank you True… 🙂
Very nicely done, Rob. One ends and another begins. That seems to be the course of nature.
Thank you for your continued visits Dwight. It truly means a great deal to me my friend, when I see you in my comments section. 😉
That closing stanza is perfect, Rob!
Thznk you Punam… 🙂
Love the last stanza.
Thank you Reena… 🙂
a wonderful rendition of metamorphosis and especially in those last lines
(but you linked to the Palinode prompt and this belongs to Tuesday’s prompt – could be saved for OLN though!)
Sorry Laura. I have been deeply involved in neuropsychological testing as a result of my declining memory and interpretive skills. I’m very high cognitive, 95+ percentile for my age. but low 70- percentile on interpretation… and too easily distracted. Which means I can be merrily off on a tangent, and with quality enthusiasm, before I realize I have gotten off course… but on a fascinating path, well defined in my mind — so I follow to a conclusion. In short, good writer, artist, and esthetic designer — not a good engineer. Wonderful at creating blueprints for my creations — not good at following other’s blueprints. Explains why I do not gravitate to preconceived poetic forms. I did not correctly interpret what you were looking for my friend, I apologize. I will try again.
I love this stanza, Rob, and feel we are right there in the chaos.
in between the was and will be
is the chaos realm of rearrange
the molten crucible of change
Really love the mandalas you created also. They and fractals are endlessly fascinating to me.
Thank you Li(sa), i always appreciate your kindness my friend. The mathematics of fractals are mesmerizing, and fascinating to manipulate. 🙂
“one ends and another begins”
The repetition of this line works beautifully in this thoughtful poem, Rob.
Thank you Sara. My mind wasn’t delving too deeply here… 😉