Something from nothing



Yes, I'm drinking right now
no apologies, not this time

as I listen to TS Eliot and his prose,
on line
I am reminded of my great soul

one that loves the greater sense

pushes forward to an elderly grave

of time and tell


When I look up into the sky
I realize how much I have left to do

the cataclysmic roar in the universe

never let me go and feel
as I'v done anything


The gravel I walk on is always ready for someone
so should the sky be, but I do not know the way

rusty old thoughts are quite the grin
on my face


looking for stars
neglected by the moon
as she looks down
asking in a different language
nothing


So roam the streets I
watching,
wondering

if there will ever be an answer to the question






Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-05-05 at 02:28

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this very much Ivan, those heady times where the alcohol loosens the thoughts and they roam, just roam :-)

Elle
2014-05-05



Your poetry holds so much emotion, and that constant search for the answer to the question. I like this very much, although it makes me sad.
2014-05-05


Nabeela Altaf
This is quite an awesome plus dark piece of poem. Great job!
2014-05-05


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah Ivan, I don't know what to say exactly... the way you bring forth the emotions of the moment through your words never cease to impact me; this one is no different. I very much enjoy your poetry.
2014-05-05