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Nothing: In Depth
This poem is about nothing. I’ve naught to say: nor message to impart, in my inimitable way. I espouse no moral ground on which to stand, no political axe to grind, and please understand, I’ve no religious viewpoints to get across. As for thoughts on world affairs? I’m at a loss to explain. I’ll let the words flow as they will; with no intent to let strong passions over spill into extravagant prose. I’ll allow no obsession: nor wax eloquently to promote aggression on other matters about which I’m obsessed! I’ve no personal indiscretions to be confessed: I’ll write not of ill health, love, death or hate: nor to being consumed about something I ate. With no cause to promote or examine moral rights: or reason to comment on others' illicit delights. I’ll not write on poverty nor the climate change! Though by a poem on “Nothing,” I restrict the range I address. Forsooth I must confess, my true reason for a poem on “Nothing” is boredom with the Season! I'm also tired of summer's torpid heat, for I love the cold, but perhaps writing about “Nothing” is a sure sign I grow old! Rhymer. August 26h, 2016.
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