100 Poems Challenge

  I nfinite bricks piled on top of each other will  N ever collapse. It is the pile’s F ate to grow taller and taller because that I s how we  N ormally we defined I nfinity  T o be. E ndless. B ut can bricks R eally pile I nfinitely up just ‘ C ause the universe K eeps expanding forever? P erhaps. I truly want to  L earn if it is possible for bricks to  E ndlessly pile up.

Bring out a platter of blue cheese to brighten up my mood today. All I see outside my window is rain and black holes. Bring out some fresh cut roses, the epitome of everlasting beauty. They will lighten up my spirit and free me from last night’s dream. Write me a poem of the laughter we share, the happiness which envelops us. Show me how to regain it, now in this moment of strange darkness.

  So one day,  Tortoise and Hare, they went through the woods, to see their friend Bear. Bear lived alone, in his house made of stone, and rarely had guests, except for some lingering pests. But Bear was getting old, and he was almost blind, so in order to hunt, he had a companion to find. Right when he was thinking of this, Tortoise and Hare came by. “Hello Bear,” cried Tortoise. “Hello Turtle,” was the reply. “You see,” started the Bear. “I need a helping hand. For my eyesight is slipping away and tomorrow’s a hunting day.” “I can help!” they both said. Bear laughed and smiled with glee. “Only one of you may come, so w hoever convinces me will be my appointee.” So Hare went first. “As you can see, I have big eyes and long ears. I am fast and nimble - therefore it ought to be me. Tortoise is slow, who will simply sleep under his inconvenient shell. Oh, that creep!” “Alright,” Bear said. “Let’s see what Turtle has to say.” “Although I may not seem as athletic as he, I must say...

   The sirens wail, closer to us, a reminder that we are not alone. The sirens wail, flinging our memories away, clearing out our consciousness, then speed away. An eerie silence fills the air, followed by heavy thunder. It tears the Earth into a thousand pieces. The sirens wail as never before. A cry from hell and then they stop.

Tear a fable in two, to find the way through the tunnel, where the truth lies untold, and we watch the rocks  plummet down from the sky. The universe is our liberator, who has come to rescue us, and refuses to perish, as others do. Though the sun seems to shine light upon us, it is falling, dissolving, into our own ashes. We are the hundred moons of bliss, scars that hold the world together. Yet when we turn to the haunted shadows,  we are made of nothingness.