If “Nothing’s a matter!” why are we here?
Our Father in Heaven creates Time for Us.
Our father here on earth makes time for us.
Our Father in Heaven creates Beauty with Matter.
Our father on earth shows us why beauty matters.
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Our Mother in Heaven matters to Our Father.
Our mother on earth received our father.
Our Mother in Heaven feels with us.
Our mother on earth feels for us.
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Mom Dad
Mother/mother Father/father
love us
Why?
Because
we matter
to them!
Science is the truth about matter.
Poetry is the truth about what matters.
So whats-a-matter with the truth
behind the science of my poetry?
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Uncle Tree's House 
Nothing.
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Glad to hear that, Gayle. 🙂
It’s immaterial .
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What isn’t, Ed?
The Witty Witness 🙂
heart warming piece.
very pleasant feelings along your words…
parents love their kids unconditionally,
Mother nature and Father God are the best….
love the poetry related question!
thought provoking!
You… my Dearest Uncle Tree… are a most beautiful blend of
Visionary
Poet Extraordinaire
Humanitarian
Philosopher
and Sage Council
but… the best part… the little bit of naughty you sometimes let shine through..! 😉
“Science is the truth about matter.
Poetry is the truth about what matters.” – those two lines sum up the meaning of poetry brilliantly, Uncle Tree! I loved this poem – it’s so layered and perceptive.
You are way too cool, dude…and you make perfect sense:-)
Clever… truth… and… beautiful visually on the page/screen.
Enjoyed this first visit to yr blog
Regards
Luke @ WordSalad
(mine are here –
http://wp.me/pTeVg-aS
http://wp.me/pTeVg-6N
http://wp.me/pTeVg-5w
the creative side of poetry is in the way the process takes you into a imagination with whatever matters matters…very good poem as to have sense and balance with mother and father making this happen…which the process is science itself…poetry is the rhythm of that science… 🙂
Dom* 🙂
Enjoyed your symbolism and the format of the poem; they both work to support the poems theme in a way that is calming and beautiful. The word-play has a playful nature that underlines the idea of love and caring expressed throughout the work. Thanks kindly for posting, quite enjoyable read.
crb.
You are a special soul that shines so bright in this community…loved the poem..makes so much sense!! HUgs xx
That last verse is pure brilliance.
Terrific wordplay
how is everything?
Glad to have your support here..
keep shining!
How creative.. very thoughtfully written.. equally thought provoking- wonderful read My Dear- xox
Thank you, Jingle! Glad you liked it. 🙂
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My dearest Penny, are you trying to pump me up or what?
Helluva combination there! I must say, “Thank you!”
I’m glad you think I’ve kept it toned down to a little bit. 😉
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The meaning of poetry, Ms. Talon?
If it matters to you, then it matters to me, too. Thank you so much! 🙂
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Making sense is what I always hope to do, you silly frog, you.
Hip, cool, in-the-know, outta sight, and on the go —
and…probably out of my league, I am.
Thank you! UT 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it, Luke. Nice to meet you,
and thanks for visiting! You do know who you are, I believe. 🙂
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Hello there, Dom! 🙂
I’m glad you sorta agree. Thanks a ton! Uncle Tree
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Thanks for stopping by, Crb! You read me perfectly. 🙂
When you’re stuck in a rut like I am…play — play — play out of it.
Glad you liked it. I look forward to mucho goofin’ around with thee.
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Hi, Amanda! Special, eh? Thank you — thank you — thank you! UT 🙂
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Ooo…pure brilliance. 🙂 You’ve brightened my day, Kokot! Thanks!!!
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O’ Olivia,
You will soon be dear to me, too. 🙂 I appreciate your thoughts.
ThAnKs!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/10/16/happy-birthday-wishes-to-talon/
help visit Talon to wish her a happy birthday today,
Thanks!
hope to see you next Monday at potluck!
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/the-perfect-poet-award-4-poets-rally-week-30/
award reminder,
Thanks for the attention,
welcome to Rally 31,
ignore if not interested….
Thanks for the thoughtful comment on my 7 sins post..
love the inspirations you give.
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Thank you, Jingle! I love giving words away. 🙂
Being a science student injoying poetry,
you matter a lot to
what matters in body,
though it is a different matter that
matter you put in your writing
is one of real matters
other matter is that
reading you is really great matter
Simple matters are discussed often
You talk about complicated matter
Mother receiving father
Is such a usual matter
Genius are those
Who present usual things
In unusual matter.
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Thank you, Doc!
Does that mean I’m being implicated?
the science of your poetry makes a lot of sense indeed… nobody would have written it this beautifully!
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Thank you very much, Bing!
My poem for the rally this week can be found here:
https://me2watson.wordpress.com/2009/08/24/from-the-lowest-limb/
I’d love to hear what you think.
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Oh! I know, what matters! There’s no question in my mind, that all things matter, particles, rules, etc. Isn’t it elementary, my dear Watson? I mean, it does add up 😉
It not only adds up, my dear Cherylock, it also adds on
at the same time IT is trimming branches that are no longer fruity. 😉
If all things matter, then whats-a-matter with ghosts? I mean,
whats-a-spirit beyond doing here? Wishing they still mattered?
They don’t have their particles together, I don’t know! LOL
Pssst…between you and me, only one thing matters.
And that one thing alone is enough to make life matter.
If you only add up all your wrongs,
then it doesn’t matter what you’ve done right.
It will never be enough to satisfy your misguided pride.
Negate the one who badgers you non-stop.
That’s the Voice that doesn’t matter.
Pssst…back at you! 😉
At this rate, I’ll never find my treasure – literally.
Figuratively speaking, this particular matter
has never been out of mind, nor out of sight,
so it can never be lost to memory. God willing…
I like it, Uncle Tree! Has a nice ring to it and rings true!
Thank you very much, Charles! 🙂
Beautiful poem, Keith 🙂
Another good oldie exposed. 🙂 Thank you, dear Margaret!
We matter, alright. And with the material that makes us what we are,
we do our best, and leave it up to God to make it good.
After that happens, (and it will) then we put that good
where it will be the most effective.
We have the good, and we love to share our love in a place where,
at the least, it has a chance of being graciously received.
Like here, and in the forest — where all of Nature is
listening and sympathizing.
Suddenly, one may know what they need to do, even though,
not one word was spoken. ♥ I pray you find that moment soon.