poetry

The Moment

Yesterday I wrote a poem because all the cool kids were doing it. Okay, so that’s not quite true. I’ve been added to a Facebook group described as “A competition-free relentless support group for radical poets and artists of all flavours”.

After my original offering of, “There once was a man from Nantucket…” I came up with this.

Also, I am not a poet :)

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The Moment

Standing in the void
requires nothing of me save presence,
as all is stripped of meaning
and Desire is all that’s left.

No past, nor future, nor parallel existence
holds my hand and beckons me
No, I shall languish and thrive instead
in a paradox of pain and potential

This moment -
the dark seed of a thousand suns
reaches in and plucks out my beating heart
holding it up to my face
…and I follow.