Poetry

Vast Spaces

Amidst
the
ambiance,
in morning when
clouds lay
to rest on
plains,
vast spaces
fill the
skyglobe.

In black
caves,
between towering
stones of foreign
cathedrals, in
unfettered
thought, in
the untold
moment,
between
blinking
airstrip
lights—
are the

vast spaces

voids                        or

 

places?

8 thoughts on “Vast Spaces”

  1. Kunal says:

    Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

  2. Katherine McDaniel says:

    Love your poetry and use of space. Beautiful, expressive thought on canvas.

  3. Katherine McDaniel says:

    Love your poetry and your use of space. Beautiful, expressive thought on canvas.

  4. Xara Nahara says:

    Wow. What an interesting, yet vastly spacy poem. :)

  5. bowmanauthor says:

    All spaces, places, and voids are needed to frame the beauty and grotesqueness of reality. We need both extremes to reach the inner aspects of the soul. I liken your poem to the artistic or tattered use of white space on a designed page, only on a much larger scale. I imagine large eyes and great wisdom turning the leafs in a tome called “earth”. Will they approve of our design?

  6. Krysia Korsak says:

    …unfettered thought, untold moment…words heavy with expectation…or not? I ponder the paradox. Thank you for your words.

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