The Second Time Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

The Second Time



As with breathing
so with superstition
a lack
causes their rise and fall...
its rise and fall.
A lack
causes the rise and fall
of both.

It rises again,
superstition:
we never can know all;
and falls:
we're again in wonder's thrall...
wonders' thrall.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedicated to 'thrall'. The second time I've used it.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 16 November 2013

I agree we instinctively need something to believe in to make sense of the world. I sometimes think religion is the way the church harnesses superstition and our primitive fears. ! 0/10 BB

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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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