Poet Shed Fragments. Scribbles. Crumbs.

Empty Hand

I wrote this poem sometime ago and forgot about it. Finding it again, I think it has some merit. It seems to fit in with my last post about love. Ultimately, if we manage to journey to the outer limits of experience, the place beyond words and concepts – as the mystics once did – we will find an emptiness (or nothingness) overflowing with potential. That potential becomes our life. Maybe we need to make that journey sometimes. It is easy to go with science. But science removes potential and replaces it with possibility. There is a huge difference between these two. Potential is creative, possibility is a game of logic.

Empty Hand

strange to think how Emptiness
is full of stuff more empty still
oozing something real nonetheless

ink is not quite blood
suffocates the page, but offers
hope nonetheless

love is like this

hands build the world; a hullabaloo, a song
sung on the radio. this is not life
though, but fills the time nonetheless

strange to think how love wears our skin,
how life is nothing more
than a hand trying to plug an overflow

of something real
nonetheless


About Stephen

SRK Fender

I enjoy experimental writing. I do not see myself ever fitting in with, and following, the standard literary route. I am a creative writer which means I like to experiment with words, styles and platforms.

Add comment

Leave a Reply

By SRK Fender
Poet Shed Fragments. Scribbles. Crumbs.

Categories

Recent Posts

Recent Instagram Posts

AdBlocker Message

Our website is made possible by displaying online advertisements to our visitors. Please consider supporting us by disabling your ad blocker.
error: Alert: Content is protected !! Thank You
%d bloggers like this: