A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Sunday, October 21, 2018

wash away clear

It really doesn’t matter
when we hit truth. Humanity
is water running downhill,
eroding the silt
of our fully-owned ignorance

by sheer force of our passing
and contact with it. Exposing
eventually
the bare limits of reality. I’ve always said

geniuses don’t do a damn thing

for us,
not in the long view.
They goose us a bit. They dislodge
a prodigious clump of sludge
here or there, that nothing could ever
have prevented
from being dislodged, from being
dissolved

- because ignorance is soluble.

Reality is not.

And we are the water. We will
wear down to it, regardless:

for everything knowable
is inevitable.

5 comments:

Mel said...

This makes a nice counteract to "the grand canyon: bull shit".

dogimo said...

Counterpoint?

Mel said...

Yes. That's the word I meant. The counterpoint.

Mel said...

Thank you.

dogimo said...

You're welcome!

Rather perfect illustration of the poem's theme I think.

But "counteract" made a certain poetic sense as well. As if that little poison pill needed this antidote to wash it away.