Poetry

 

 

Thom Ward

Poems from Stadium of the Unlikely

Theology

We knelt to feed the pigeons.
We questioned all religions.

 

Ontology

With measured confidence we sailed into the storm of each day.
The compass of our hearts spun wildly, never pointed the way.

 

Epistemology

From electrical sockets everything needed we learned,
two eyes and a gaping mouth, dumbfounded, certain to burn.

 

Eschatology

For each query a deep silence, rendering them moot.
Always thirteen steps up to the hangman’s patient noose.

 

Mythology

So boring, so ponderous, always words that hurl, heave.
You illuminate each room when you, finally, leave.

 

(Poems from Thom Ward’s  manuscript – in progress --
     Stadium of the Unlikely

 

 

 

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