I care for nothingness
of floating backward
in a pool of thought
to be alive
and to revel in it

The thrilling of sences
dreamings and feelings
streatching fingers, toes
I celebrate
the smile of the soul

I care for nothingness
enjoy the exquisit
soft music of life
rhythem that is
sheer pleasure of being


Blogger finnegan said...

How do we "get" nothingness? Being the ultimate paradox of the mind, we can only "feel".

I have (somewhat) posted a comment to Cocaine's comment in youryork (sure) honor (somewhat).

You'll see what I mean.

Verification Word PHUGR I'm hitting on all the verification word cylinders now!

3:53 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Finn my nothingness is when I step out of all the often mundain list of things things that must be done and said and tune in to the beauty of creation. I am a little confused on the youryork front is it me missing the obvious?

7:06 PM  
Blogger Russell CJ Duffy said...

no sue, not you missing the obvious, that is normally me!
i like the poem. ephmereal? yeah, emphmereal

10:07 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

"floating backwards in a pool of thought"- I agree with CJ: I like the ephemeral quality of this poem

11:42 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Ahhh. Nice.

1:22 AM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Makes the metronome of the ticking clock into something lulling, pleasurable! Wonderful Sue!

2:15 AM  
Blogger skelety said...

Beautiful poem, Sue! Keep it up... ^

5:07 PM  
Blogger Echo said...

Obviously nothingness is clear as mud, solid for substance, and peacefull, and that's what counts.

4:27 AM  
Blogger Kai said...


4:03 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you all for your kind comments

7:34 PM  

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