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a poem about nothing.

by Lisa-Dawn Sparling

These pages are perfectly blank,

much like my thoughts.

They are empty and white,

much like myself at the moment.

Today I am one demensional and flat,

waiting to be filled with love and poetry,

much like the page.

It is just nothing.

 

04/19/2006

Posted on 04/20/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lisa-Dawn Sparling

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JJ Johnson on 04/21/06 at 05:45 AM

well it certainly seems to be about something, I just can't put my finger on it. Hmm, waiting to be filled with love and poetry is definately something, `cos I am always waiting for those and man is it ever something when I get `em. But I do have to disagree with one thing, no page is ever perfect when it is blank. Only when it is filled with poetry or other works of art is it perfect. All other words leave something to be desired.... JJ

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