作者spacedunce5 (CJ)
看板poetry
标题[创作] Nothing in Free Verse
时间Sat Jan 23 15:43:42 2010
There is nothing to be
said, nothing to make
clear, just the extension
of myself in these words that
don't express anything.
But even nothing expresses something;
it always seems to swell up
inside me, threatening to take my
sanity, and leave me with something more
or less, empty.
What, I pray, what
is to be gained from
such a long and drawn out period of inanity?
Is it just me or am I writing and you
reading
using hands and feelers?
Even nothing expresses something;
even emptiness is full
of unnameable elements:
sesquipedalian verbiosity, mayhap;
the Soul willing itself to
break out
of the chains of white.
This is poetry, the poetry of
nothing.
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Think with your head; act with your heart.
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