he said the world is round
she said well, the next world will be flat
after much contemplation
they agreed to disagree
***
the nothing that is in the span between sound and silence
that which is in the pause between the answer and another question
***
But
If I return to yesterday
Will I still find you there?
***
the milk curdled with envy
at the moon’s creamy reflection
on the silent midnight ocean
***
Your inhibitions are in vain
No one to mock you, nor any to inspire
Except yourself…
***
all wounded hearts agree
that heartbreak is the only sin
that justifies the existence of a hell
***
and when you go into prostration
it is not to elevate your god
[does he need your help?]
but to lay your burden of ego to rest
[pity you return it soon as you rise]
***
I was not expecting anything
But I received more…
…I received nothing
***
accusations, counter-accusations
we hear only what we want to hear, while
the pendant of life
hangs on a thread
listen!
***
When fire touched ice
And she remained unscathed
***
waves roar and crash
though they accept
sovereignty of the moon
detached, a vision of ease
***
You are looking for God?
Perhaps God is also looking for you…
***
[ A collection of micropoetry ]
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for creating and sharing this collection of micropoetry. So many gems of wisdom here, somewhat buried, somewhat exposed. Beautiful.
All good wishes,
robert
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Amazing post. :)
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