Kay Ryan

(September 21, 1945 / San Jose, California)

Nothing Ventured - Poem by Kay Ryan

Nothing exists as a block
and cannot be parceled up.
So if nothing's ventured
it's not just talk;
it's the big wager.
Don't you wonder
how people think
the banks of space
and time don't matter?
How they'll drain
the big tanks down to
slime and salamanders
and want thanks?


Comments about Nothing Ventured by Kay Ryan

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (3/9/2016 12:38:00 AM)


    Thought provoking poem, thanks for sharing... (Report) Reply

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  • (7/26/2008 5:08:00 PM)


    Perhaps _ A sly reminder that every moment counts and a complaint against those who would waste hers.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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