Cogito, ergo sum.

There is a brilliance
in this darkness
that even the blind
will see.

There is a symphony
in this silence - -

A heaven - for me.

We are but a breeze
amidst a storm at sea

This precarious spark
We-- humanity.

Obi.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: int'topfield, GBR

Favorite Poets: Felix Dennis

Comments

hello Obi,

I love this poem... but don't understand the meaning of the title. could you educate me? sometimes I feel like I'm one of the number of the blind. yet every now and then I get a flash of light behind closed eyelids.
these are my favorite lines of this piece:

We are but a breeze
amidst a storm at sea

This precarious spark
We-- humanity.

respectfully, Cat

hiya, Witcy.

Cogito, ergo sum.... I think, therefore I am..... René Descartes.
Perhaps tad pretentious of me to use as a title,
but the poem was written at a time when I questioned,,,, is all this shit worth it?
I can now happily report after much cogitation......... Yes!

Thank you so much for stopping by dear Lady.

Obi.

Hello you old Dog you!

Scary stuff at the moment, Mark.
The world is teetering,
lets hope there is a God. Mate.

Obi,,,,,,(hope you're well.)