The Light Faded Gently

My Word Wizard Prompt of 6th Feb:

The light gently
faded into darkness.
Then, salvation faded
also – way beyond reality.


Robert from Poetic Asides gave this prompt on Groundhog Day: write a poem about belief. The forum there already holds some amazing pieces.

Here it is (English version, for now):


Belief –

So arbitrarily used

So randomly applied

So rarely correctly


I’m asking for relief

from all fake belief


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.