Everything Comes to an End

movingfinger
movingfinger Posts: 117
edited January 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
A neutrino floats
Passively through
The ink
Onwards towards
The rim of static
Cosmos.

Beyond intuition lays
The lonely neighbors
Of my mother’s
Melanoma

“Please say hello
to your son for me.”
Polite.
And beyond
Writing about.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

-- Omar Khayyam
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  • EvilToasterElf
    EvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    Don't be too discouraged by a lack of responses at this point. You've got a different style than most on here, more abstract. I like them, keep throwing em up here.
  • eden
    eden Posts: 407
    movingfinger wrote:
    A neutrino floats
    Passively through
    The ink
    Onwards towards
    The rim of static
    Cosmos.

    Beyond intuition lays
    The lonely neighbors
    Of my mother’s
    Melanoma

    “Please say hello
    to your son for me.”
    Polite.
    And beyond
    Writing about.

    That its unique and thought provoking is what makes it beautiful.
    Thank you.

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