a wall against

he wheeleda barrow-loadof instants he mixeda continuumof moments he'd meltedwith a zepto or twoon a planck laying this mortaras foundationhe placed instant oneinstant two and so on building a wallagainst time ~ Poem #597 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be … Continue reading a wall against

the white space

if only I could write this . . . nothing this . . . blank space this white would go would only remain just ahead of my encroaching pen behind it above look back do you see writing I banish the page filled as it is with emptiness and eternity words words words words words … Continue reading the white space