No Title
by Chanel Danette
7/30/10
I want to write a poem about nothing.
No meaning, no subject,
no purpose, no topic.
No adjectives, no hyperboles,
no alliterations, no rhymes.
This poem is strictly about nothing.
It means that it doesn't speak to an audience, it doesn't feel.
It has no way with words.
It can't be turned into a song, a love letter, or an essay paper.
It doesn't care that it's being written right now or saved for later.
It doesn't feel or determine a personal battle within.
It's just a pencil to a paper, a little piece of nothing.
It has no wounds to heal, or a voice of its own.
It can't be interpreted because nothing can't have a meaning.
It has no smile, no tears,
no laughs, no face.
And if you looked at it, it would stare back with an invisible blank.
No characteristics, no personality.
The inside is empty like...
(and I would put a simile here) but something can't be compared to nothing.
The funny thing is, although I say this poem is about nothing,
it's still pertaining to a certain someone, something,
thought, or action.
Because the poems that I write feel like I feel,
sometimes more than I feel.
And if this really is a poem about nothing,
then I guess this isn't a poem then.
