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.

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3 comments:

  1. Laurean Brooks13 June 2011 at 19:44

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

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  2. Mariya Koleva15 June 2011 at 09:50

    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: http://phoenix-em.com/mariyakoleva/2010/11/nov-pad-challenge-day-19/

    Thanks for sharing!
    M.

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  3. Laura2 January 2012 at 01:05

    Sigh... beautiful

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