Entropy

Entropy

A Poem by Beano

If I dream of inaction …
I stand in that time before time
Where all possibility lays over
A field of bristling deep white
And all the words that are unwritten
Outreach every star ever stitched.
Sometimes, I picture in absence
All things waiting to be connected
To one continuous present
Where those not yet born 
And those who have lived
Exist together side by side.
Were I then to write of action
Would I be drawn by narrow pleasure
Into a new but diminishing realm?

© 2021 Beano


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Beano,

I feel that your poetry "connects those things that are waiting"---
the waiting is the hardest part...as Tom Petty sung...
There are still so many words unwritten, well, maybe so many ways to put them together, for sure.
Excellent write here.
j.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Beano

4 Months Ago

Thank you as ever Jacob!

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