A POEM ABOUT NOTHING

[The Five of Pentacles in the Rider/ Waite/ Smith Tarot deck]


A POEM ABOUT NOTHING

The chasm of darkness
yawns a bit darker, a bit wider,
beneath each dawn.

She turns her back on them, wed as they are,
shadow and its caster.

The sun attempts to warm her shoulders
as darkness eats into the underside of her life,
causing cave-ins, here and there,
sink holes in an arid life.

Each morning as she turns away
from this darkness that seeks to know her,
she wonders why:
the soft clamor of nothingness
will overcome her soon enough.

Why not walk willfully, head high,
into the emptiness and let it know
what is left of her, entire.

At the very least she will have had this:
that at the last she faced her fate,
she did not run away.

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Resource: Fractulus.com, even in the mood I am today -- reflected in my above poem (written in 2001) -- I can still enjoy viewing fractals; this site has galleries of artists' work and other fractal resources.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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