The Echoes poetry competition to celebrate Write Out Loud's 20th anniversary is now open.  Judged by Neil Astley.

Competition closes in 7 days, 13 hours. Get details and Enter.

Electric!

"Electromagnetic soul," he said.

Well, there's an interesting term, I thought.

Energy is never created or destroyed, it is only transformed,

a basic premise of physics, he explained.

We are energy, and when a body dies, the electromagnetic energy of the soul continues on, he posited.

Well that makes sense, thinketh me.

What fun, traveling at the speed of light,

our beautiful, luminescent, sparkling electromagnetic souls.

◄ Just Another Day in Paradise

Letting Go (Eventually) ►

Comments

Profile image

keith jeffries

Mon 20th May 2024 16:01

This poem made me think and think again. Well written.
Thank you for this,
Keith

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses only functional cookies that are essential to the operation of the site. We do not use cookies related to advertising or tracking. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message