Something I started working on today – fairly rough still but hey, I’m dusting off my poetry skills which have lain dormant since high school. Actually, I banished them for awhile, but I’ve been thinking lately, probably influenced by Jess’s blog that I should give it a whirl again sometime. The rhythm for this was in my head but it doesn’t quite all fit and I’m not sure it’s really done where it ends. Oh well – as one of my favourite quotes says, “A poem is never finished, only abandoned” or Oscar Wilde who commented that he knew a poem was done when he spent the whole morning inserting a comma, and the rest of the afternoon removing it.

Lament.

This gap yawns vast in me

A lack of curiosity

That sits so idly at home

Content to know the things we know

No need to waste the energy

On learning more than necessary

The watered seeds of apathy

Grow in our inactivity

We have no stamina of thought

For complicated word and pattern

We cannot rise to the occasion

Incapable of concentration

And so a river thick with ignorance

Floods our minds with empty business

Truth no longer is imparted

Through the avenue of artists