Tacit

a poem about the quest for knowledge in life

rolling head over heels

until I didn’t stop against the wall

I said just enough „no”

for fitting in a moth eye

attracted by a blind lamp

 

„why” doesn’t matter anymore

so many question marks turn into points

between retina and brain

the road is too short

 

I traced only straight lines

from now on I will erase the asymptotes

like annelids

without articulations

 

Reviews

[Marie]

"no's", why's",how's and"but's" always get in the way...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

"it seems and "if"
were on a leisure ship.
the ship was capsized down
and both of them were drowned,

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

my grandma used to recite me this when i was little, it was rhymed in Romanian.

[Marie]

It sort of rhymes in English. A very good saying.

[....]

such a deep & powerful read, nicely done