This is not the first poem I have written on holes and their emptiness. This one, however, relates the hole to its wholeness.

28 to Create, Day 21 – (W)hole

Image by: bentolman at DA
Image by: bentolman at DA

Your whole imagined world
collapses in an abyss
where seasons don’t arrive
and news don’t cover it
The wholeness of the world
postpones its failure in
a hole.

© 2014, soulmary

Note: Featured image by: wiciaq at DA

Hole, Nov PAD 19

a poem with a hole in it


A hole is emptiness

Surrounded by matter.

Are holes material?

And does it matter?

If it is nothing,

Then why we name it?

A hole is there

By its un-there-ness.