Evolution Is A Vilolent Event

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016

Some say it all started with a violent explosion, let there be light, a Big Bang. White hot plasma swirling around expanding in an amazing bound. After a while things cooled, came together, began to slow down. Hydrogen and helium gas began to collect when gravity made itself felt. Closer and hotter the gases became then sparked into light as the first stars were found. The alchemy of the Stars then occurred creating all the elements. More explosions, star death spewing the periodic table into space. Again and again the cycle occurred until enough was around. Now planets grew filled with the stuff. Comets asteroids smashing in mixing things up.
Then it happened, no one’s sure how, but life came in with hardly a sound. Life grew, fought and killed to to keep its head up. All along the evolution curve death an extinction can be found. Asteroids crashing in to change things around.
Death and destruction even today, man against man, the evolution of creation in full three D display.

 

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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
An interesting, educational and elegantly written piece of prose. Perhaps the source of life was not the material world evolution you describe, but vice versa and was (there) all the (time).
John Pegg commented:
Although scientifically accurate this poem has an almost biblical feel somewhat resembling a modern version of Genesis. Very enjyable to read. John
Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 19, 2018 at 2:38pm
Loved reading this poem JG......it just makes the mind "explode".....realising how insignificant we are in amongst all the turmoil of the cosmos......and how life evolves on a bit of "dust".......your poems certainly make one think...👍🏻

 

 

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