William Masonis Poet Free verse

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The Beginning of another heavily edited Epic; rediscovered by accident after40 years!

Greys, Part I

Greys, Part I

These things I ask, uncomprehending:

How is it we all come to be together,
In this particular place and time?

Also: How is it this world, its teeming billions,
Holding together with threads of love, hope and fear,
Goes on existing, a multitude of intimate strangers,
Few reaching for any deeper understanding
Beyond the casual nod, the indifferent glance?

To these there seems to be no answer,
For when I seek one through the doors of my mind,
I see only fields of unrelenting grey.

     Grey, the rainsky color.
     Nor black nor white
     A muddled marriage of dark and light,
     The blurring color:
     The chosen shade of doubt.

     Many things are grey
     As grey is many things
     Grey the time between sleeping and waking,
     Grey the slow day hours of lonely lives
     Morality a grey word
     For grey is forever uncertain
     Down all the long channels of cherished belief
     Run currents of grey, 
     The color of doubt.

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Mark Peterson April 18, 2018 at 3:07 PM This one really impressed me and harks to my concern over the seemingly vacuous and incurious nature of so many of the teeming masses that infect this sphere. I just posted a poem of similar theme and was thus gratified to read yours.

Terry Reeves April 18, 2018 at 12:56 PM All cats are grey in the dark - maybe you too.