My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Jan 4

I wonder

I wonder if I’ll ever write my novella, my memoirs, something to be remembered.

I wonder if I’ll find my love, my muse, the death of my lonely.

I wonder if I’ll find my calm, my safe, the end of my nervous.

I wonder if I’ll die the way I think I may, slow and blue and quiet-like.

I wonder, and I wonder, then I wonder a little more.


7 Comments so far

  1. Will January 4th, 2009 11:51 pm

    Can’t speak for anyone but Me, but, um, Think You just Summed me Up there Too…..

    Taking action; one slow small step at a time.
    The Novella is one thing we both completely control.

    Nervous energy is a powerplant. Tap it. Harder to do than say but in theory; freakin goldmine.

    Keep thinkin. Keep wondering. Keep posting.
    So far, so complicated, so good.
    Don’t be losing your favorite game. And if you do, play again.

  2. espo January 5th, 2009 12:01 am

    I wonder when you will shut the hell up. I wonder.

    I kid I kid. I really liked your poem above. It was really sweet but at the same time had a little darkness. Just like you! awww. Anyways i like it. That is all.

  3. Will January 5th, 2009 12:06 am

    I wonder When, period, The End.

    THANK goodness I still have Wonder….thank something, you Do too.

    THANK goodness somebody’s willing to share their’s.
    Please, never be discouraged. 85% of us are complete freakin imbaciles with an emotional IQ of 2. Myself included.

  4. michael January 5th, 2009 12:18 am

    espo, I also wonder about my shutting up…

    I like that, sweet and a little dark…

  5. Will January 5th, 2009 12:22 am

    Your Tact and Gentlemanlyness is so Old World/School and So admirable my man…..I aspire.

    I love dark chocolate. Bitter? Well, Guess you’ve not yet aquired the Taste…..

  6. Ormolu January 5th, 2009 1:41 pm

    “I wonder if I’ll ever write my novella, my memoirs, something to be remembered.”

    I think you already have. And we’re all reading it.

    I’m five days late, but happy birthday. 🙂

  7. Teresa January 6th, 2009 1:11 pm

    I, without grasping, will pass beyond sorrow,
    And I will attain nirvana,” one says.
    Whoever grasps like this
    Has great grasping.

    -Nagarjuna; Mulamadhyamaka-Karika