"Millions of years ago,
there was blackness,
pure and beautiful Nothing.
There was no thing in it,
no star, no wind,
no light, no word,
no broken heart.
But a time came when perfect,
restful Nothing was to vanish
forever. Something was
about to be.
Suddenly, there it was.
Something, all alone, king
of everything. Killer
of ancient, beautiful
Nothing. There was
a silence.
...till Nothing screamed
a death scream and
that scream is still screaming,
an expanding ring into the
universe that will never end.
Nothing is dead…"
there was blackness,
pure and beautiful Nothing.
There was no thing in it,
no star, no wind,
no light, no word,
no broken heart.
But a time came when perfect,
restful Nothing was to vanish
forever. Something was
about to be.
Suddenly, there it was.
Something, all alone, king
of everything. Killer
of ancient, beautiful
Nothing. There was
a silence.
...till Nothing screamed
a death scream and
that scream is still screaming,
an expanding ring into the
universe that will never end.
Nothing is dead…"
- Joseph Pintauro (1930 - 2018)
To Believe in Things
2 comments:
I like this poem.
It is beautiful and sad at the same time.
I assume it is describing the big bang.
This picture seems appropriate too.
Thanks for sharing all your pictures and finding the poetry.
Mike J.
Mike, thanks for stopping by and for the kind words 😊
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