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Passing Thoughts

Passing thoughts

passing us by


the nothingness of nothing,

the nothing of nothingness;

the wherefore of whys,

the whys of wherefore;

the noise of silence,

the silence of noise;

the emptiness of empty,

the empty of emptiness;

the traveller knocking at the door,




The Poem of Uncertainty

to begin writing without

the assurance that you will

finish what now two lines

ago you started,

leaves this writer in an ever

deepening philosophical quandry;

what if the words don’t

make it to the end

of the poem?

what if I run out of them

just as I’m beginning to

put this together in some

kind of coherent poetic fashion?

perhaps Heisenberg’s dictum

might help explain matters:

but i doubt it

and you should too;

for poems are meant

to be as they are

and always have been;



Ravel’s Perspective

The agony of Summer
that follows the
disappointments of Spring:
The shrouds of Winter
left from Autumn’s repose,
the tearing sounds of ennui
shredding days that we so
carelessly let slip from our grasp;
A malevolent bleakness
rides with abandon
out of the West,
blowing out one by one,
candles we’d lit
in futile acknowledgement
of the unknown;
Silent accusations reverberate
across a fading horizon,
dwindling into the subservience
of the Night;
Songs bereft of melody
words robbed of meaning
pictures without colours
hung on walls
desperately searching for
their missing subjects;
Galleries ghosted with absences,
clock-faces hidden behind masks;
Genius in all its intensity
slaughtered by enfilades of indifference,
Hope left dangling on the gallows
creaking slow and slower still
in the mordant breeze of infamy;
and of the something
we do not discuss.