something almost always
follows a full stop
a hiatus
silence which is nothing
if not unrealised sound
there is present always
nature's abhorrence of nothing
the fragrance of latency
clefs prefacing
unborn sonatas
elemental matter
surfing the grandstands
of the universe
searching for seats
to the last Big Bang
or the birth of
the first letter of
the next sentence
Alas, Tuesday Poem as we knew is no more. The last post was played on the blog on 15 December last year, One of the founders of the blog - I am not sure whether it was Mary McCallum or Claire Beynon, wrote in the farewell post that "Something almost always follows a full stop". I liked this so much, I wrote the poem above.