[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
we’ve seen the stars are distant, further still
than distance we can know and reach out for.
They are no longer watchers over us
and all our insignificant small lives.
of everything is no great mystery
requiring sacrifice. Beginning day
does not need freshly running blood to stain
the dawn a deeper red, a life for life.
so long ago. All children have to leave
behind the comforting reassurance
of myth and fable, learning that the truth
has not got any special places, lands,
no get-out clauses and no chosen ones.
petition, nothing out there watching all
to prostrate for, to counter some deep sense
of insignificance and central place
in this our solitary universe.
except through reason, wisdom and the mind.
A coming towards understanding all
and knowing understanding can’t know all.
Do not expect the touch of miracles,
and then you will know surprise, wonder and
the true real beauty taking us beyond.
Don’t waste your life on praying hopelessly
for salvation beyond this life and world,
beyond the possible, beyond the real.
Do not let go of life and waste your time
on chasing after ghosts through empty skies.
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