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"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous pond
the words, fast black fins, break the wake surfacing

mute reviews slowly circle the fresh poet treading water
eyes watch below the waterline, waiting for the drowning
like poisonous sea snakes slithering 

hear their venomous tongues hiss
the noise of minds judiciously judgmental
compete for what the trolls have left

the sensitively incisive 
minds pleasantly numbed 
all their salad joints butt-smoked and calcifying

gracefully side-stroke the no-never-me egos
wrapping their pearl-strung bodies of work 
around naive warm skinned Godots

Above the pimpernel scarlet wash 
the great flapping of wings
hear the never-ending song 

all the merry 
vicious hungry seagulls 
scavengers of breadcrumbs and brighter things

Revel in the lost hours
courting the sublime significance of nothingness
between the chain letters 10 a day smoking zeroes 

Some kind of 
white washed dream
bountifully prosaic

Salt water heals heels and RSI palms
that have been working overtime
pumping jelly into squid ink to stain a page

Neptune's brine stings 
all the self-righteous wounds 
cauterizing lesser mortals 

with their adjuncts
'twould seem unfinished sentences
psalmed and anointed unworthy, 

the crowing crowd congruous
in burning disharmony deigns 
the turning of one's page

baptismal, 
or not, blessed again, 
or not, 

plunging deep into her sea greens
fully immersed, 
the story swims well

unforgiven, 
naked, in context
and twin mirrored

reflecting ultra blues

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)





“The Beauty of Nothingness” / Alan Watts
https://youtu.be/ivurmn3hnwc





“I have already settled it for myself 
so flattery and criticism 
go down the same drain 
and I am quite free.”
Georgia O'Keefe


“Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson


“Usually people don't see beyond 
the surface of things and 
cannot understand more other 
than the obvious; 
they are used to judging a book by its cover, 
and that is why they don't hesitate to bully.”
Maria Karvouni






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https://youtu.be/Y_tU5KrHVUo

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