Why ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com When first we even noticed Night’s sparkling, swirling, threatening indictment above us, Before we watched — beyond our mother’s dangling breasts — Her carefully animated lips, imparting speech, We had no word for wonder, Just hopeless dumbness: The cat’s curiosity with her self-same mute. But after mother’s… Read More Poetry | Why
Faith ©2019 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com There’s difference between Belief & Faith, Faith is Gold. Belief is Smoke. The religious have their core beliefs. Whether strongly held or yet amorphous, Whether strictly or lazily followed, They are still… just beliefs. Beliefs are tenuous, and untested, Faith is forged in fire. Though many claim it, Faith cannot… Read More Poetry | Faith
Constrained ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr, vernonmileskerr.com Constrained as we are, Between the blackness of the womb and that of death, Between the poles of this spinning ball of rock-and-brine, Between space’s vacuum and the crushing press of the ocean depths, Between the infinite and the infinitesimal, Between Now and Later– It seems we should be… Read More Poetry | Constrained
Can a Crocus Bloom … © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Can a crocus bloom in desert’s searing sand; Or Altruism spring from our primate-surly band? Could Love, that agape of old, that outward-flowing care For others, arise from merely wishing it so? Or was it a gift, bestowed by the loving hands, Of some gardener,… Read More Poetry | Can a Crocus Bloom …
Fluidics © 2017, 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Ego, Power, Political Influence, Hedonism, Flow inward, To be temporarily absorbed. Empathy, Human Kindness, Creative Energy, A sense of responsibility to humanity, Flow outward and propagate forever.
Certitude ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr Certitude is the anodyne of a muddled mind. And, aren’t all our minds a mess without it? As entropy collapses the Universe around our ears Our mystery-averse minds piteously flail Like drowning men ‘round a ruptured ship, Grabbing even hopeless bits of flotsam to stay—just sane. And so it… Read More Poetry | Certitude
The Black Wall © 2018 Vernon Miles Kerr At the end of Life’s path There’s a black granite wall which is polished and smooth And cannot be seen through. Though it is opaque with tenacious opacity It gladly reflects back our opinions of Eternity.
