A Poem About Nothing
Posted by Ellen M. DuBois
on Tuesday March 20, @07:25PM
Is it simply the Need to write?
The need to write within me
is bursting at the seams-
but I know not what to write of.
I don't know what this means.
Do I write of Love or Sadness?
Do I write of nature's light?
I am filled with many a word-
yet I know not what to write.
Is it simply just the need-
to express what I do not know?
Do I have to clear my thoughts
through a poem which doesn't flow?
It's as if something inside
is directing my thoughts at this time-
so random and so out of order-
there is no reason or rhyme.
It could be the curse of the writer-
who knows he or she must write-
even when the ideas and the thoughts
make no sense as I battle my plight.
Do I write of the ocean's beauty?
Or the old man I saw yesterday?
Do I write of the small birds at feeding?
What are the thoughts that I must convey?
And still, there is no reason
although writing is what I adore-
It's simply a need deep within me
beckoning me to explore.
To begin without any subject-
yet there is one as I reflect.
To write about virtually nothing,
is something...I do suspect.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.