"Sweet exists by convention, bitter by convention, colour by convention; atoms and Void [alone] exist in reality." ~ Democritus
Nothing Exists Except Atoms And Space
A rondel
Come ride the atoms where I walk.
Be real before you blow like smoke.
Be dreams but then be dreamer woke.
Be acts not sacks of empty talk.
Call back the dogs, call back the hawk.
Do the thing you can’t revoke.
Come ride the atoms where I walk.
Be real before you blow like smoke.
Unpick the stitch, unlock the lock.
Unthread the needle words we spoke.
Take form and be the antidote
to poisons, not the killing shock.
Come ride the atoms where I walk.
March 2011
Posted for OneStop Poetry Form at the inimitable OneStopPoetry
~Okay, I fudged the rhymes a bit in the final stanza. Young padawans--don't try this at home.
