Caught Between
Between the profits and the greed
Between the money and the seed
Between the madness and the war
Between the illness and the sore
There’s no room.
Between the pillar and the post
Between the devil and the ghost
Between the hard place and the rock
Between the explosion and the shock
There’s no room
Between the funfair and the ride
Between the hunter and the pride
Between the arrow and the gun
Between the baiting and the fun
There’s no room
Opher 13.4.2018
Hey Opher, Namaste 🙂
‘Between’ is where all matter exists, resists, and persists.
A very deep and perceptive poem: a wonderful distillation of thought. Great read!
Namaste 🙂
DN
Thank you Dewin – coming from a master of verse that is a real compliment.
You are on fire! 😀
Words have no master: we all apprentice 🙂
As an aside – possibly because your waxing lyrically in the magical liminal ‘zone’ of deep thought – The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy gave the answer 42 as the ultimate answer to the question of life, the universe and everything. What is your answer – what words would you use to delineate such a monumental idea and impart that deep understanding to the rest of us?
Namaste 🙂
DN
Apprentices indeed and always willing to learn.
My answer to life, the universe and everything is :
I shall ponder and produce a post!