It Is Finished... Poem by John Tansey

It Is Finished… Final


I wanted to spend my whole life
writing poems;

A” Life’s’ Work” so to speak…

But then, I think, even if I lived to be a hundred,
still, I would not be finished
speaking through words…

A million years and still there would
be thoughts that have not dawned before.

Poetry is without end:

Creation, itself, continually changing and adapting:
It is “Darwin’s” Evolution..

Ever evolving.

And as “Quantum Physics” says that every point in the universe is its center,

Thus, it does not matter where in this genealogical,
lineage of verse,

Where I decide to cease and desist:

It’s stream of consciousness will always continue to flow:

Now, or fifty years from now,
the tongue would still be shaping breathe into words …

So, I might, just as well, stop right here,
put down the pen,

and call it, either, a life well or miss-spent, that is up to you, the reader?

Just, do not forget to turn out the light…


John Thomas Tansey 8.4.7



Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey