My 1st thought
Without a view to hold in sight.
Without images to grasp so tight.
Without a bulb for the light.
Without you in my present site.
Without you alone I sleep tonight.
Then I thought
Without a view to hold in sight,
nothing can be seen or found.
Without images to grasp so tight,
nothing can be tied and bound.
Without a bulb for the light,
nothing seen that made the sound.
Without you in my present site,
nothing fills the empty ground.
Without you alone I sleep tonight,
nothing but an emptiness surrounds.
Why not, I then thought
Without a view to hold in sight,
without images to grasp so tight.
Nothing can be seen or found,
nothing can be tied and bound.
Without a bulb for the light,
without you in my present site.
Nothing seen that made the sound,
nothing fills the empty ground.
Without you alone I sleep tonight,
nothing but an emptiness surrounds.
Of course I had to then think
Nothing can be seen or found,
nothing can be tied and bound.
Without a view to hold in sight,
without images to grasp so tight.
Nothing seen that made the sound,
nothing fills the empty ground.
Without a bulb for the light,
without you in my present site.
Nothing but an emptiness surrounds,
without you alone I sleep tonight.
Then There is this thought
Nothing can be seen or found,
without a view to hold in sight.
Nothing can be tied and bound,
without images to grasp so tight.
Nothing seen that made the sound,
without a bulb for the light.
Nothing fills the empty ground,
without you in my present site.
Nothing but an emptiness surrounds,
without you alone I sleep tonight.
and then this final thought on the thought
Nothing can be seen or found.
Nothing can be tied and bound.
Nothing seen that made the sound.
Nothing fills the empty ground.
Nothing but an emptiness surrounds.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2025 06:38
- Comment from author about the poem: They also can be written reversed to be read bottom to top. Dynamic.
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Comments2
Ah the evolution of a poem. Many times this process occurs to me in the writing and then the process of selection. Which will it be. This is the first time that I have seen this process laid out in sequential poems. Lovely
This is a great write, the progress of a poem and how it developes, loved the lay out, enjoyed the read
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