Poem idea

Written for my Reading as a Writer assessment, similar to my Sphere-shaped Emptiness poem.

21:3

Black void, floating without

purpose, deceptive surface

smooth to see, but

anything reaching out to it

is sucked in.

No resistance, with no

disturbance to its

perfect sphere shape.

Dark night and clouds

blend it into life, barely

noticed as it hides

in the garden, heavy

rain falling…and being

consumed. Artificial

light reached to touch

it, revealing a kitchen

scene and a man clutching

a precious, steaming mug.

His smile is kind, but

cardboard, just a lifesize

cut-out unable to live.

Gaia and Terra rise from

the earth, mud covered

guardians that shake and shake,

sending all their debris

into the void.

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