Relevance: No Return To A Ping, With Its Pong Gone Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where is it?
Who hid it from opened eyes.
And why is it in disguise?

Where is it?
A relevance missing.
With few curious.

Has it been thrusted,
And crushed under a bus?

Where is it?
A relevance,
Making sense.

Where is this presence that has gone?
And the minds it stayed on?
With relevance spoken strong...
Are they too gone?
Without a relevance,
Freed from its ping!
With a needed pong gone!

Think about this...
But not too long.
If you delivered a ping,
Would you not expect a pong to belong?
Or in time,
Come along?

Where is it?
This relevance that was here,
Seems to have disappeared.
And it is very clear,
Relevance known...
Has shown to us,
It does not feel...
It belongs.

Freed from its ping!
With a needed pong gone!

Think about this...
Again if you wish.

There were opportunities,
When relevance was near.
And clear!
Now that it is absent...
Do you feel,
A bit of a tear?

And if there's no relevance,
What is the purpose...
To go on to sing unchained melodies?

Oh,
My love.
My darling...
I hunger!

Where is it?
And if there is no relevance,
What is the purpose,
To go on to sing songs without meaning?

Breaking up is hard to do.
Where is that relevance we once knew?

Where is it?
A relevance,
Making sense.

Where is it?

And if there is no relevance,
What is the purpose,
To go on?
To sing songs of love.
And...
No return to a ping,
With its pong gone!