Ponder Poem by W.M. Rivera

Ponder



“Ponder how you might describe
the indescribable, ” her email challenged.
“No color. No shape. No sequence of being.”

So let’s, ponder what can’t be, except
conceptually.
What can words do? - Play
with negatives: define what isn’t.

Standing on a puff of air, I wave to angels
where the need for gods hangs on
the remnants of a vapor trail.

Monday, April 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: thought
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