Lost in a Sea of Wet Words

Lost in a sea of wet words, I’m drowning

in a deluge of mass stupidity;

a tsunami that peaks with the crowning

of a clown – the king of absurdity.

Feeling the gravity of a last gasp;

the downward pulling, the cruel assailing;

exasperating my next breath. I grasp

in vane-hope of common sense prevailing.

Alas, it seems there is no depth too deep,

nothing to resist a ‘new low’ forming.

No slope too steep, simply nothing to keep

at bay this infernal rage that’s storming.

That sinking feeling saturates me whole.

It leaves me drenched. It liquidates my soul.

© Tim Grace, 9 June 2024

To the Reader: Emptiness is a hollow measure of absence. Emptiness is a gap unfilled. Emptiness is an ache. Emptiness is not nothing. Emptiness is an opportunity. Emptiness is a vacancy. Emptiness is an invitation. Emptiness is the stuff of universal dreams …

To the Poet: In presenting a short diatribe, keeping the train of thought on track is critical to delivering a succinct and impactful message. Landing the line with a useful rhyme is important (and sometimes clever) but it’s not the primary purpose of a poignant poem. If not ‘rhyme’ then it’s ‘rhythm’ that helps to emphasise the poem’s reason – its gravitas.