Lacuna
written by: Robert Ashley Plummer
when the sands are all run dry
when there’s no tear in the eye
when the last leaf falls below
and the rivers all run slow
when the wind blows o’er the plain
and there’s nothing to explain
when the seeing eye sees nought
and the mind has not a thought
when the tongue can utter not
with past feelings all forgot
when the page is blank and bare
and nothing comes from anywhere
when each single precious word
struggles vainly to be heard
– a pale light coming through the mist
as a ghostly will o’ wisp
filters slowly through the mind
waking feelings long confined
– so begins a new refrain
welcomed – as a fresh again.
I am a white, stale, pale, well-traveled male who, having had to graft for a living came to writing late but have been a member of two poetry groups for quite a while and have hybrid published 53 poems in my book, 'In Verse Reflections.' Plummer considers Robert to be a very good writer but others disagree and contend that he is brilliant. Hmmm!
