Nothing at all....
Really it’s nothing!
Nothing at all!
A raised eyebrow,
the beginning of a smile.
An unfinished sonnet,
a number to dial.
Scraps of papers
with scratchy old songs.
Broken dreams of
absolutely nothing
All the tiny nothings
gather to make a little
something, that makes my
foolish heart long and
ache for a reflection
of an old wild emotion
that now is nothing,
but scraps of empty images..
Really it’s nothing!
Absolutely nothing!
Nothing at all!
A raised eyebrow,
the beginning of a smile.
An unfinished sonnet,
a number to dial.
Scraps of papers
with scratchy old songs.
Broken dreams of
absolutely nothing
All the tiny nothings
gather to make a little
something, that makes my
foolish heart long and
ache for a reflection
of an old wild emotion
that now is nothing,
but scraps of empty images..
Really it’s nothing!
Absolutely nothing!
posted by Arpana Sanjay at 12:56 AM
3 Comments:
"of an old wild emotion
that now is nothing,
but scraps of empty images.."
Beautiful line ..
Subtly rendered .. yet marvelously detailed ..
That was lovely!Sometimes Nothing is better than Nonsense esp. when you realize how much emotional energy it sucked thinking it would be something!
Thanks Ms. wail...
Siggy...Thanks for swinging by
Rama...absobloodylutely right about that you are!! good to see ya!!
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