Sep 2016
From your empty mind
Find something to say
That has not yet been said
Find a bride
That has not yet been wed
A country not yet found
On this belching ball
Hurling through the universe
Find a secret never heard
In human words
And a riddle yet unsolved
By the wisdom
Of our sages
Through the dimness
Of the ages
Sign the unsignable
Find the unfindable
Send out the summons
For that child of a barren woman
Sean Hunt Sept 2016
Find something to say
That has not yet been said
Find a bride
That has not yet been wed
A country not yet found
On this belching ball
Hurling through the universe
Find a secret never heard
In human words
And a riddle yet unsolved
By the wisdom
Of our sages
Through the dimness
Of the ages
Sign the unsignable
Find the unfindable
Send out the summons
For that child of a barren woman
Sean Hunt Sept 2016
This came from a momentary contemplation of the actual absence of a poem, staring into 'The Source' of pems, the void, and allowing the poem to manifest from that place in a steady flow. It was an interesting exercise. I'm not sure how good the poem is but it was quick and effortless and spontaneous.
