My poor mind has now drawn a blank
This poem fails to form with ease
Nothing comes at the prompt word's tease
Many ideas toured through my mind
Prompting "Nothing" was so unkind
To Magical nought I have to thank
So I must sadly say goodbye
Nothing is a negative thought
I think of all the books I've bought
But they've not helped me now to play
Thin air is all you get today
Apologise I do with one sad sigh
Oh dear! I fell for Mystery's trap
And done what I thought I could not do
A poem has come out of the blue
This verse appeared just like a ghost
When the poet needed it the most
So put you hands together and clap
Image of painting by Gustave Caillebotte, "Portrait of a Man Writing in His Study"
found at www.betterlivingthroughbeowulf.com
I think you are venturing nobly into the existential here Old Egg...as soon as nothing is given a name or form..it becomes something.. ;)
ReplyDeleteThe same thing happened to me a week or so ago. I'm doing NaPoWriMo and some days nothing happens. Like you, I even rhymed in my nothing poem, something I rarely do. I enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteNothing ventured, nothing gained. You ventured--and you gained! ;)
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