Energy and matter

http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Fantasy%21/9589/: Fantasy! http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Personal-Experiences/9590/: Personal Experiences

 

Here, in this side of the world
I silently wonder as the sun descends:
How can we do the magic transformation
of matter into pure energy?

If I’m just matter resting tranquil, thinking
words interlacing to become ideas
do I become energy?

Is an idea matter or energy that returns to matter
when we draw it in a picture, a song to sing
or boat for us to navigate across every sea?

Here, looking at the sea
I silently wonder as the sun descends:
Can I transform matter into energy

Removing obstacles flying freely in the skies?

Do ideas go beyond our dimension?
Can my words caress you
when receptive to the cosmic influences
hidden in the material world?

I have the choice of receiving
and transforming the words you imprinted
upon the whisper of changing winds
into matter that I absorb
and feel inside and outside
sliding trough out my body and mind

Why shouldn’t poems become matter?
Can energy become wet as water dripping?

Here, as matter defines dimensions
I silently wonder as the sun descends
In the way I catch the moving smells
feeling like a breeze caress
murmuring news of you
and transform them into cyclonic turbulence
dreaming I’m a river overflowing borders of matter

Becoming humidity in the palms of your hands!

Is this more amazing then the sacredness
of plants eating the sun?

Here, as winds caress my face
I silently wonder as the sun descends:
I’m just matter far away from the stars you hold
and so near that I can stretch my hand
and touch your heart absorbing the pure energy
of your words becoming matter

Eating the sun energy thoughts

Transformed into whispers flying over the oceans
taking the all of me into the magic
of this eternally mutation of matter into energy
or energy into mater

Here, surrounded by energy
I silently wonder as the sun descends:
Are you real or just an illusion?
Are you matter turned into flying energy?
Or are you energy transformed into matter
by the power of my creation?

In the meanders of the universal mutation
of transitory matter
do any of these things really matter?

Here, where waves of you wet me
as I silently wonder as the sun descends

Reviews

[TransparentHearts]

and there is a typo I found in this stanza :

I have the choice of receiving
and transforming the words you imprinted
upon the whisper of changing winds
into matter that I absorb
and feel inside and outside
sliding trough out my body and mind

through not trough. Thought I might point that out.

[Tina Kline]

Quite impressive with such deep deep thoughts that might just have no answers as of yet. Really enjoyed this poem a lot.

[TransparentHearts]

I thoroughly enjoyed how you ended the poem with the beginning and tied it to itself. Your words are intricate, well thought out, and a point well written.