Seed
,,
Without knowing
our beginning
we do not know
how far we have come
,,
The first seed sprouted
as wordless space
,,
Yes, we have named it
many times
and still
we do not know it
,,
,,
Vapor
..
If only to drift away
to another universe
that knows
no objects
no boundaries
no suffering
,,
,,
Rocks
..
We are like rocks
held in
deep agony
,,
Sealed inside
the high pitched squeal
the shuddering heart
,,
,,
Man
..
I say this softly / Man,
a forceful creature / a living
misfortune
misguided
and misdirected
,,
Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press)
.
He is a Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee, and the lead editor of the poetry
critique group, The Lounge. Dah’s eighth book is Full Life In The Day Of A Poet
(Cyberwit Press).
http://www.dahlusion.wordpress.com
