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Bonnie
Poems
Mar 17
Whispers to the void
I awake
at the window
a star blinks its cold eye
it is unfeeling, unseeing,
silent and indifferent.
yet I carve for myself some merit in it,
some significance.
The planet, indeed the universe
is not distracted in it's turning.
Not for me, not for you,
nor the millions of breaths that rise and fall.
Perhaps we see our existence as a tide
eroding some crumbling shore.
Yes there is a patient inevitability.
But if a star can fade peacefully and die
leaving only emptiness
Then should I suppose I matter.
Yes, I insist
I craft for myself a rebellion,
however inconsequential and fleeting.
I laugh into the void, like a struck match
weakly holding back the silent blackness.
The eternal ground beneath me rumbles
"you are nothing."
Yet still I hold my chest high
in folly I conjecture with my imperfect hands.
Cups of tea poured with ceremony.
I will write, I will create, I will build
I will love fiercely, in silent defiance.
The delusion only serves to magnify the audacity.
Exploring the existential theme of finding any meaning and purpose amidst cosmic indifference. Implying building civilizations, creating art and loving are the true rebellion to emptiness
#existentialism
#life
#meaning
Written by
Bonnie
60/M/Australia
(60/M/Australia)
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