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Nothing, Everything
by Joe CramerWas it nothing, was it everything?
Were the horses heads forever turned
Toward their eventual eternity?
Where are we now with this?
I went to see you, but was too late
As you lay there in such sweet repose.
An alabaster tombstone surrounded you,
Supplanted the breaths you took of life.
What is left, indeed for us?
Where will we go from here?
These futile questions I have to ask
Leave me unaware in nothing, everything. 11/23/2009 Author's Note: ... while reading with my muse, Dickinson....
Posted on 11/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/23/09 at 10:47 PM yet, it is wonderful contemplation...
and this is a nice piece of poetical reflecting |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/24/09 at 05:21 AM I like this one Joe, very introspective, in everything and in nothing lay what is important |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 11/24/09 at 09:48 AM This is very reminiscent of the thoughtful words of your muse... very heartfelt and searching - making me sad at its loss both in the physical realm and in the emotional being. ~N |
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