Oh, whatever...

Oh, whatever...

A Poem by Hollow Man

Today, in this instant, our thoughts

are irrelevant to an ever-expanding

universe; our actions, insensible in

accord with raw human nature; our

dreary routine the death of poignant

love. And so it seems the day grows

 

longer as life comes closer to its finale

with moonlight lingered long after

daybreak. To think I was once a child,

bewildered by the simplest things.

© 2011 Hollow Man


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As if in an ever-expanding world, we can never catch up. Or, are our thoughts responsible for the universe's expansion?

Interesting angle you create- made me think.

Enjoyed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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are our thoughts irrevelant to the universe or the reason behind it?? Great emotive, interesting piece..the last stanza is especially poignant - isn't that the truth!

Posted 13 Years Ago


amazing poem. sorry i havent been on for a while. i miss your writings

Posted 13 Years Ago


"To think I was once a child,

bewildered by the simplest things."

Amazing! Loved it! 100.

Posted 13 Years Ago


oh, but you were never a child, not really, I bet that as an infant you stared past your musical mobile through the window to the moon in all its glory wih the eyes of an old man

Posted 13 Years Ago


Beautiful!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Though I disagree with your premise that "our thoughts are irrelevant", this is certainly a thought-provoking piece. While life may often seem futile and pointless, it is our task, our responsibility, and indeed our privilege to make the best of our own circumstances, and of those who are around us. It is only by so doing that our "dreary routine" gains meaning.
And, as I recollect, childhood wasn't so all-fired hot, all things considered. Still just a bunch of people telling us things we don't care to know, and making us do things we don't wish to do. All life, in the final analysis, is an amassing of those "simplest things", then doing the best we can to make a sensible arrangement of them.

Posted 13 Years Ago


And the beauty of such times ey?! The wonderment that everything had a shimmer, the that universe has to grow.....BAM! Where do we stand then lol
As always, excellent love! Concise but raw, love it
100 from me
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


When I reach the very young age of 2009 or perhaps 3000 I will think of my past so little and my future more and more, you see I have no intention of turning to dust to be blown by unseen winds and scattered to the four corners where now the horsemen lie...............enjoyed very much :O)

Posted 13 Years Ago


DUNAMIS!!!!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Hollow Man
Hollow Man

Stafford, VA



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I was born an old soul. Such is life. I live in a wasteland town in Northern Virginia. Poetry is solace. I run an online literary journal titled Toska with my best friend, which is now accepting submi.. more..

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