Poems and Phantasms

At Play

Did they tell you

you must fight

to survive, take

to succeed, scheme

to win, your life

a pawn in a zero sum

world, and is that all


you know? You could

play a different game.


Do not fear

for your life

to mean nothing

for every word

you speak echoes


to others. We cannot help

but leave traces. We are

immortal in human

memories. What is

eternity anyway?


Or is it pleasure, creature

comfort you seek yet

what balm greater

than peace?


This is a strange kind

of abundance, giving

more emptying grows

you, a vessel

hollowed out by light



Comments on: "At Play" (2)

  1. Jeanette Adleman said:

    Thank you for your beautiful poetry. I hope you don’t mind if I read “At Play” as part of my brother’s eulogy. He died two days ago.

    • Hello Jeanette,
      My heartfelt sympathies on the loss of your brother. Of course you may use my poem; I am honored. May you find many sources of comfort. This poem—popular, you may have seen it—has helped me: Death Is Nothing At All .
      Wishing you strength…

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