We got sold a lie

By most prolific guest poet, Jessica Perini¹
in response to Catherin’s poem Rien à Chanter / The Song Existential

Nothingness is the lie,
the word unspoken,
the gift untoken.

At the end of empty
is a hand unheld,
a flower unsmelled,
a child not beheld.

The lie belies the truth:
You are love.
Nothingness is love denied.

If we all curl, don’t unfurl,
alone,
in nothingness,
love is denied.

The lie belies the truth:
You are love!

Hands reach out
to grasp the empty:

noses blown,
dozes known,
clothes clean,
and lawns mown.

But love lies waiting,
hand stretched out quivering
in hope.
Maybe today …

1. Punctuation, title and stanza-breaks by Catherin J Pascal Dunk. Photo from Pexels Free Photos. ↩︎