These months that I don’t exist
and do nothing—
am nothing;
they harm me,
harm others.
I need a distract
from being nothing,
doing nothing;
feeling the loss
and the empty.
Escape becomes
necessary
but worsens things
day to day
week to week.
Being cheek to cheek
with another
may keep it at bay,
hobble-on purpose—
but it’s still unreal.
‘Do everything in love’
says the sign at the church,
and that seems sensible.
Lovingly.
Lovingly.
Shall I lovingly distract myself
from a pointless existence?
Lovingly wash my clothes?
Lovingly take a doze?
Lovingly blow my nose?
[With thanks to Deadlines for Writers 12 Poems in 12 Months challenge for the prompt.
Photo from Pexels Free Photos.]
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Nothingness is the lie
The word unspoken
The gift untoken
At the end of empty
Is a hand unheld
A flower unsmelled
A child not beheld
The lie belies the truth
You are love
Nothingness is love denied
If we all curl, don’t unfurl
alone
in nothingness
love is denied
The lie belies the truth
You are love
Hands reach out
to grasp the empty
noses blown
dozes known
clothes clean
and lawns mown
But love lies waiting
hand stretched out quivering
in hope
Maybe today …
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This has to be it’s own post! OK? And thank you thank you
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OK my muse. Love your work! That last stanza! xxx
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Why thank you! (So much for not interrupting each other…)
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Ok, poems written, mutual admiration society comes to a close for the day. Signing out.
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oh really…let’s see if you can resist
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😀
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I love this tone. Reminds me of L’Etranger by Camus but more to the point.
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that’s a cool comparison! thank you
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Existence is such a fragile thing (or nothing).
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Indeed!
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Thank you for following my blog Melissa!
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You’re welcome!
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