Nothing #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

There is a place called “nothing”

devoid of space and time

I guarantee it’s real

Represents a frame of mind

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“Nothing” you might say is empty

Some might say it’s flat

A question merely lingers

“Nothing”- where is that?

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Could nothing be a place

A place where you are not

People point and gawk

For some – it is their lot

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Many say its fiction

Others say it’s fact

Sadly, I have lived there

Never wanting  to go back

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I pulled this poem from my 2010 archives. I tried in the style of Dr. Seuss to use simple rhyme and rhythm to make  astute  and silly observation.

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“It was at that age
that poetry came in search of me.” 
― Pablo Neruda,

Neologism
A newly coined word. Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky” is filled with them, including “slithy” and “gimble.”

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Darkness All Along #oneshotwednesday

Look at me a tragic flaw

assembled by nature

as a blemish

an embarrassment

surely not meant to embrace

rather shun

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you don’t know me

you say you do

but you don’t

not really

who does?

no one!

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Take a closer look

look into nothing

For that is what I am

my heart an abysmal void

a web darkly spun

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I live life alone

on my own terms

sample what you like

there is nothing worth having

 better escape, quickly, run!

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This is my curse

a world of loveless, nothingness

drawn into dark

away from the light of hope

don’t bother there is no sun

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But then

it is what they wanted

chosen and delivered to me

an anomaly

a freak

being no one

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Here’s to another week of One Shot Wednesdays.

I was looking back over my notes and emails in May and June when we were throwing ideas around about One Shot Poetry.  Its been a great year for One Stop Poetry – thanks for your support.

Thanks to Creative Commons and Sarah for the photograph : http://www.flickr.com/photos/dm-set/4144947061/

Vision (by poet Daniel Audet)

Once lost in shadowed canyons of illusion,

my only company now, haunting echoes of weary footsteps

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Once a citizen, a sightless spirit numbered among the roving hordes

fleeing the known into the darkest void

Truth lost in the wreckage of our wake

Truth never our destination

Readers of the book of lies

Barren souls but for the fruit of an afflicted will

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Breathless, clinging to pillars of fear

forever scarred from collision in the depths of dry places I cry out to gaze upon the land of living light

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An anguished spirit taking flight by an unknown compass through the narrow passage

I will surrender in the presence of the fathers

Would that I too might find the realm of mercy, of sight

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Blackest storms cover the ancient lands, now and forever raging, behind me

Casting off this mask of mere humanity I plunge into darkness

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One last journey to the core of infinity

Wanting to showcase this outstanding poet – Daniel Audet. You can read his other writings http://thewritersroad.com

Photos:

The concrete block by Ozyman

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Grand Canyon by Chenyingphoto (Lic: Creative Commons)