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;

adventures.

 

2 thoughts on “The Poem of Uncertainty

  1. suzette portes san jose

    a thought … a mind that runs through time…yet undetermined… uncertain… but they all do happen and expect nothing but …UNCERTAINTIES… 🙂

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