Thursday, May 20, 2010

Nothing

by Jack Roth The darkness that becomes The rotten tide that stings my toes The burning sky The shards of ground that cut The slivers of wood that penetrate The falling hope The rising sorrow welcomed The ever changing eyes The... this... is... nothing.

2 comments:

Michael Solender said...

this has a calm beauty. a thought mught be remove all the "thes" it loses nothing and gains even more elegance.

Michelle said...

great poem - thought provoking...