Holes Poem by Glen Kappy
Holes
The holes
in the wool sweaters
I threw out.
The hole
in the loaf of bread
I'd hardly eaten.
The holes
that break
the axles.
The holes
that break
the ankles.
The holes
in our
assumptions.
The holes—
all kinds—
are teachers.
The greatest teachers draw the greatest lessons from the simplest objects. Well done, Glen. I am reminded of coins and seeds and talents buried in the earth. Bravo. :) S
hey, neal! good to see your comment and your face pictured that comes with it. first, thank you. next, i hope life may allow me (and the rest of us who appreciate you here in ph) more of your presence. -glen
This is a philosophical one. Like it Glen. Yes, if we let things go, they can break and then rebuild.
glad you like it. thanks, jette, for the read and comment. trusting, then letting go. usually we see this better in retrospect, no? -glen
Very interesting progression of thoughts, from simple to profound. Good one, Glen!
thanks, laurie. this came while reading rumi on the importance of emptiness. in biblical terms, empty cups are opportunities for God to fill them so we can have those cup-runneth-over times. be blessed! -glen
True! ! ! I must have holes in my head not to have realized that before. :)
thanks again, susan. just to let you know, ph had a technical problem now corrected, and i can reply to comments. yay! -glen
It's nice to meet you too, Glen. And I can say, it was a remarkable interpretation of Rumi, or sooner a brilliant poem inspired by him. Yes, emptiness is important.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love it! Very wise! Thank you for sharing your poem.