black hole

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the hole keeps digging itself deeper
but there seems to be nothing inside–
the earth has been removed–
is there even air?

there seems to be nothing inside–
no one remembers anything but absence–
is there even air?
no signs or explanation

no one remembers anything but absence,
solid in a way that can only be felt–
no signs or explanation–
we have given it no name

solid in a way that can only be felt,
it has taken everything–
we have given it no name
and yet we keep returning to it

it has taken everything,
trapped us in its invisible poison net–
and yet we keep returning to it
looking for nothing

trapped in its invisible poison net
deeper deeper the blackness grows–
finding nothing,
exposing more of what isn’t

deeper deeper the blackness grows–
the earth has been removed
exposing more of what isn’t–
our holes keeps digging themselves deeper

Anmol at dVerse has us thinking about blackness.

 

rhetorical

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are we rivers
are we waves flowing beyond time
are we currents that light delivers
are we vessels that shine

are we waves flowing beyond time
at one with the earth and seas
are we vessels that shine
vibrations reflected through trees

at one with the earth and seas
do our roots sing
vibrations reflected through trees
shimmering like a hummingbird’s wing

do our roots sing
echoing the stars
shimmering like a hummingbird’s wing
music of the spheres

echoing the stars
are we currents that light delivers
music of the spheres
are we rivers

Another pantoum for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I tried all kinds of punctuation on this and none of it seemed right, so I finally decided just to take it all out.

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You can supply your own, as needed.

I’ve been reading Richard Powers’ book “The Overstory”.

 

Trajectory

trajectory s

Night moves inside itself–
closes, hidden,
expanding, letting go–
suddenly singing

Closes, hidden,
opens again, opens
suddenly singing
infinity

Opens again, opens
an interstice–
infinity
trying to fly—

An interstice
spiraling out of its shell,
trying to fly
into the stars

Spiraling out of its shell,
 a nomad rising
into the stars,
painting the sky

a nomad, rising,
expanding, letting go–
painting the sky,
night moves inside itself

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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I haven’t written a pantoum in awhile.

 

all around me, inside and out

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I am one with the waters
with colors with sounds with winds
that shimmer me with light–
I fill myself with waves

with colors with sound with winds
with skies reflected from deep within–
I fill myself with waves–
I am inhaling the salt and the sand

with skies reflected from deep within–
covered by the sun’s blanket
I am inhaling the salt and sand–
I close my eyes and soar

covered by the sun’s blanket
that shimmers me with light–
I close my eyes and soar–
I am one with the waters

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Another pantoum, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.

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I am posting at this site while Nina is on hiatus.  But I’ll be back at MeMadTwo when she returns.