Dogeared I am well worn, thumbed through, creased at the edges Always stuck on the same page, always mid-sentence I can neither avert my eyes, turn thoughts, nor paper For it is my life’ s work, knowing something of what’s gone before But no clarity as to what comes next I live in the now of uncertainty No future, beyond skittish dreams My imprint is not a doer, but a fence sitter Who cannot jump till all the jumbled pieces are boxed But life is liquid, ebbing and flowing Formless, seamless, perhaps meaningless Favouring the page turners who run blindly to the next staging post Whilst visionaries awaiting the grand vision Are left wanting - wanting to know Does God give us patterns? Glimpses of the eternal to send us on our merry way Or are we just sleepwalking into nothingness? Weighty questions, light on answers I fear For the doomed among us, the poor dogeared
From the UK, Mark Niedzwiedz is a professional composer and lyricist. Relatively new to poetry, Mark’s poems so far have appeared in poetry journals such as Grey Sparrow, Oddville Press, Scritura, Wink, Rat’s Arse review, Sac, Literary Heist, Harbinger Asylum, Wordgathering, BlazeVOX, and elsewhere.