Unavoidable



POETRY POTLUCK

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/poetry-potluck-void-loneliness-and.html

suggest the subject......void.

UNAVOIDABLE

We cannot avoid the void.

There is more of it

Than anything else.

It is all around us,

Waiting.

We, who are not of the void,

Are imaginery.

Look at this hand,

Tapping the keys.

The hand will wither,

The keys will destruct,

But the void will go on unheeding.

We will step off into it

One day,

Maybe soon.

We cannot avoid the void.

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SOARING

Throughout the ages men have yearned to fly just like the birds.

The dream seemed something way beyond their ken.

They'd imagine how a man would feel if floating in the sky

And some of them would try it now and then.

But it had to end in failure and they thought it always would

For materials had such enormous weight.

Engines assisted flying but it wasn't quite the same,

And being earth-bound seemed to be their fate.

But now light-weight materials have transformed human flight

And human birds skim over land and sea.

If I were young would I be brave and try to fly myself

Or would I be chained by my timidity?

It doesn't really matter for imagination soars;

I watch the young men fly and know the feeling.

I may be trapped by gravity right down here on the floor,

But my spirit flies with them up to the ceiling!

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