Black Hole
So now we've seen it, we have
the photograph in our hands,
taken with a camera that spanned
across our planet, and even
with that, the resolution
is as disappointing as it is
impressive. I know, I know,
we've been spoiled and we ask
too much. Imagine the great
distances, the logistics, and
the fact that someone decided
that what couldn't be done, could,
and what shouldn't be seen would
be seen if we just looked together
with purpose into the night,
far away into that dark eye.
And that is what it calls to mind,
the fiery golden smudge of an iris,
the perfect, impossible pupil,
inscrutable and dark, a circle
in which one might get lost
looking for some meaning
too dense to be given words.
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: March 12, 2024
No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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Through a Crack in the Door Think of those times late at night, really any time in the long expanse of life when you are walking down any em...
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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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