a rhythm, no, a beat – unheard but in-between the sounds it rests, a string unstrung makes music without sound – a pulse, again, a beat – an un-tuned, fine-tuned air, a seed of music in its latency, bearing each […]
Poems about contemplation.
These moments when you ask the existential questions. The ones you normally avoid because you know you can’t find the answer. And yet they keep popping up – demanding to be asked.
These are the poems where the poet has taken a deep dive into uncharted waters. Why are we here, and is there even a purpose to it? What paths did our ancestors take to get us here today? Those questions are vital because their answers determine how we act today.
And what about today? How and where can we find peace and solace? And how can we turn development around so as to give future generations a fair chance?