Three Bits of Nothing

Three Bits of Nothing

A Poem by Greg Skura

Three bits of nothing

Attracted through affinity

The foundation of everything

To exist for eternity

 

Spinning orbs of empty space

Vibrating before our eyes

Create all and every place

The earth the sea the skies

 

Scientists study this phenomenon

From the books upon the shelf

Everyday I thank the godly one

An atom remembers itself

© 2010 Greg Skura


Author's Note

Greg Skura
Hit me the other day so i sat with it and well (that's a deep subject) it had to get out!

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This is intricately woven with a sense of simplicity that gives one the feeling of natural perception and a hint towards the profound nature of the subatomic state. Physics being one of my favourite means of intellectual understanding I enjoyed this very much. Very well done...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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You got it out so well. This is very lovely. I was never good with physics reading this i don't need to be .. well expressed in beauty.Love your second verse.
"Spinning orbs of empty space.Vibrating before our eyes", a lovely image.

Chloe

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love! it is like "wrap your mind around this one." If you can haha

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Wow, this is something to ponder in light of the meaning, three bits of nothing, an atom remembers itself, makes the reader think about life itself.
excellent poem and quite insightful Greg :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is intricately woven with a sense of simplicity that gives one the feeling of natural perception and a hint towards the profound nature of the subatomic state. Physics being one of my favourite means of intellectual understanding I enjoyed this very much. Very well done...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I find this poem has a great contrast from the beginning to end. There is the unknown, the fact that these three bits of nothing and their doings are out of our hands, and then reassurance in the final lines of the poem; 'Everyday I thank the godly one an atom remembers itself'.
I really enjoyed reading this piece, fantastically written :)


Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is very deep and makes you think. Filled with so much meaning. Worth the read. I liked this because I don't see much poems like this. You went farther into writing and this came out to be really well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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One of my passions is physics and this poem brought to mind things I wonder about. I am a fan of Steven Hawkings who also brings me the sense of wonder and pondering the about the amazing spectacle of the universe. My hope for heaven is that it will all be explained to us in the end. Thanks for getting me thinking about it again.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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really? three?
this is something to think about and appreciate
thank you for posting

Posted 13 Years Ago


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deep and full of wonder, I like it very much

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Greg Skura
Greg Skura

Pickering, Durham, Canada



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