Worlds

Worlds.
Infinite
tally.
Mountains,
oceans,
deserts.
Ice and
snow.
Rainswept
landscapes.
Barren,
nothing
to quench.
Wind blown
seascapes.
Wind not
heard.
Nothing
discerned.
Nothing
felt.
Devoid of
life.
Devoid of
sight.
Countless
in number.
Others,
laden
with life.
Civilizations.
Alien.
Distinct.
Different
ways.
Different
beliefs.
Different
anatomies.
No two
the same.
Unique.
Alien.
Misunderstood.
Never to
meet.
Islands
apart.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

I am really beginning to adore the beauty and breath of your minimalist approach to these poem John. A simple concrete structure that slams each word into the next line by line image by image bringing a train of consciousness to the process of following along

ken

[John Prophet]

Thank you Ken.