I started out with Hole in the Doughnut as a title for this poem. That had played in the recesses of my mind off and on all day. But as the poem wrote itself, I realized that might too trite even if it seemed accurate. Who has eaten a doughnut without a hole? The hole completes the doughnut. Without the hole the doughnut is a bagel.
Busy trying to fill a hole–
Plug a gap
But to no avail–
So futile;
Go dig a hole in the ocean.
Hole and whole indivisible;
Not just a play on words–
Are complete only together
Beauty in paradoxical relationship.
It invites
Calls to us
Embraces fully
Adds welcome tension–
The rhythm of life lived.
<<<likes doughnuts even the ones without holes lol
It brought back memories of my grandmother making doughnuts. We called them beignes in French and she let us sugar them. It was pretty special. She used the dough from the holes to make small round doughnut without holes.
Insight expression. Well said .
Thank you for the kind words Ivsrao.
I LIKE it. Thought-provoking and fun. I’ve got to sign off now to take care of a commitment, but I’ve promised myself a much longer visit real soon!
Russ
Thank you Russ for this visit and the future one.
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