Saturday, March 9, 2019

"Out of Reach"/imagianary gardens with real toads

“Out of Reach”

Space as far as I can see
And further
I imagine the cosmos
And the distance of infinity

The words are simple
Yet, hard to get one’s brain around
I am a gormless slow-wit
Like molasses dripping slowly from the bottle

How far is infinity?
How big? 
How wide?
The answer is illusive

I am brain-dead
Flat lined
My head is filled with hot air
Maybe I am dead?

March 9, 2019








8 comments:

Susie Clevenger said...

I feel this way at times. I can't fathom infinity nor the distance to the moon.

tonispencer said...

You are mos def not gormless. No one knows the answers to these questions. Only a rocket scientist can comprehend the distance to the moon. I just know it is a big ole distance without any air and that I ain't going to be walking it anytime soon.
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Vivian Zems said...

You're in good company, Annell! I can't fathom infinity..or much else for that matter..lol!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, no. Certainly not.. You witness the beauty of the cosmos and appreciate its existence - not even the Hawkings among us fully understand it.

Helen said...

Really interesting take on gormless ... I struggle with the concept of infinity too.

Marian said...

Oh geez, hardly! But I take your point and understand.

Ron. said...

Nit quite dead yet, but you're also not alone on that road. Salute

brudberg said...

Hardly gormless but sometimes all of us feel stupid... but watch out it might be someone just trying to impress with fancy words

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