Not One Poem by Brian Rihlmann

Not One



Not one creature
that swims
crawls
walks
or flies
ever asked
to exist

What we call
- Life -
unravels
from a barren desert

An orphaned flower
unplanned
and yet
not accidental

Like an arrow shot
by an eyeless archer
whose target
is everywhere

Saturday, August 18, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success