The Big Bang

Photo/Poem 1 Minute 
 
 The Big Bang of being born;
 immediate disturbance in the universe
 as you know it,
 warped faith that
 nothing halts the twin moons
 of disappointment and despair.
 
 Reactionary tides wash snake oil residue
 of substances and words,
 promising false bargains,
 empty lies,
 and distorted misunderstandings.
 
 Growling hunger to know,
 beneath the haze,
 beyond the babble
 of convention,
 
 bottomed out
 and finding faith,
 seeking comfort
 in one’s own
 great heart.

Published by davestankowicz

Dave Stankowicz is a retired educator who lives on an island off the coast of Portland, Maine with his wife Debbie Jordan and their dog Jade. Liberated from the responsibilities of teaching he has found the space and time to pursue so much that interests him. Besides writing and photography Dave hosts a weekly radio show - Palm Wine Radio. As D.J. Zachariah, he plays African music on Monday mornings from 10:30 - Noon at WMPG.org. He continues his efforts to master space and time.

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2 thoughts on “The Big Bang”

  1. “Seeking comfort in one’s own great heart.” Nice. Doesn’t Johnny Clegg use the phrase “great heart” in one of his songs?

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