Monday, 13 June 2011

In my time,

I’ve entered many caves and pots

and what entices

me about any hole or grot

is not the stalactites and mites;

it’s more that nothing’s

really there – a no-thing

- hole – this darkness – pitch black

- starless – blank -

and then an energy

swirls, connecting

up from hollows

(out of an emptiness)

comes a ‘no thing’:

God knows.


  1. Beautiful poem. Thanks for the tweet. I write inspirational stories, but don't have the gift for flowing poetry and verse.

  2. This is a great poem, and quite thought-provoking. In fact, the play around "thing - nothing - no-thing" reminds of a poem of mine, which says:
    "A hole is there
    By its un-there-ness."
    The whole "Hole" poem is here:

    Thanks for sharing!