Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Woah. Another Poem Put Here For Future Reference.

John M. Ford ::: (view all by) ::: October 13, 2003, 05:41 PM:
The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days --
Perhaps you will not miss them. That's the joke.
The universe winds down. That's how it's made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you'll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

This appeared at Making Light, by the writer John M. Ford who seems to have written it spontaneously for that thread.  It is too beautiful and I needed to preserve it somewhere for future reference. I hope that is all right with the author.


  1. Sadly, Ford died in 2006. He was a brilliant writer, most notably of "The Dragon Waiting". His poem about 9/11, "110 Stories" (, gets me every time.

    1. Thanks for posting the link to the 9/11 poem. I did find out, subsequent to posting this, that he had died because I went looking for his books. they are in my que of things to read.

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