Through the infinite wisdom of ink

The world was at peace
when no one spoke
so I heard.

The god I had
was fashioned by me
and like all fashions
became unfashionable.
I must find a new god
that suits.
Something extra large.

In a state of mind
I found a country
where thoughts
were free to roam,
and able to speak.
Paper was my universe,
the ink was eternal
where my scribbles
occupied space
given the room -
infinity.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i agree with Coyote Man, great lines in closing .. we watch as the horror of past wars is floated across space ... remote, distant ... the consequence economic for others .. while Russia presses it's similar grab as our most notorious and murderous "supreme ruler" ... i don't know why we have not not far more and much sooner to stop him .. i am no politico nor some astute observer of history in the making; but even i knew, when Russia upped the troops and equipment on Ukraine's border .. they would invade .. i think if we acted in that moment with decisive intent .. he would have backed off as he did in the past .. now he has little recourse but to "win" ... or be driven out completely .. dark days, Andrew .. well said in fine minimalist style
E.

[andrew mitchell]

I agree Gene. Too much watching and not enough prevention , we are not rocket scientists but the images suggested he would invade and we should be doing more for those in desperate need.to kick his army out..

[Coyote Poetry]

To read and to write. Maybe the last freedom Andrew.
"Paper was my universe,
the ink was eternal
where my scribbles
occupied space
given the room -
infinity."
I liked the above lines. We can find peace in a good book. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Pete]

if this isn't gold, it's certainly silver. andrew, you never fail to make me smile and chuckle but this is so deep that i feel guilty. glad i stopped by but not sure whether to laugh or cry. i tip my tattered hat to you this fine day ... :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you so much Pete, much appreciated.

[JE Falcon]

With such freedom comes power. --- This was a poem of another color, enjoyable in its hue, hopeful in its tone. --- Well done.

[andrew mitchell]

THank you belatedly my friend.

[Lisasview]

How lucky we are not only having the freedom to write what we feel but to be able to use a computer to do so. We can type quickly and save what we have!!
So unlike our fathers before us..
We are truly fortunate,
Lisa, in dark early morning, Spain

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Lisa

[Lisasview]

You are quite welcome..
Lisa

[Ken Simm.]

So many wonderful concepts here with freedom at the fore. I am reminded of Voltaire and his dying to allow you to speak.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Ken for your kind words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I don't think we appreciate our freedom enough...
the poet here, he does.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank for your words Jacob.

[Relic]

Writing is a universe for some of us. A place where there are no bounderies and nuclear bomb threats. Seeing the world the way it is would cause some to lose faith. I guess writing helps to bring back some in a different form.

Nicely done, andrew. :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Tim.