Paramecia in a Drop of Pond

Posted on August 15, 2026 by JMN

Paramecia in a drop of pond,
Specks milling on the wreckage of dead stars,
Motes adrift in several gods’ eyes,
We precede our much foretold demise.

Unapprised of what there’s to confront,
We go on going on until we don’t,
You and I, he, she, it, we and they.
The noun names us. The verb takes us away.

(c) 2026 JMN — EthicalDative. All rights reserved

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About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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4 Responses to Paramecia in a Drop of Pond

  1. JosieHolford's avatar JosieHolford says:
    August 15, 2026 at 9:47 pm

    Your poem reduces the vast, overwhelming mystery of human existence down to a single, elegant grammatical metaphor.How tiny we are in the universe?

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  2. Sue Grey-Smith's avatar Sue Grey-Smith says:
    August 19, 2026 at 1:26 am

    Yes, I agree completely with Josie. Your poem is succinct and says it all – beautifully!

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