Dah Dahlusion Poet Free verse

Blank

I am tired of the nonsense
of what does not matter.
This is how I arrived
at not caring: 
my heart, a lone rock. 

A slate-colored night 
draps over my body,
the diction of damp leaves,
the convenience of loneliness.

If I could
I would turn the World into mythology
write a final chapter
because I am weary of gods,
of satans,
of those who break the light.

Give me the intelligence
of emptiness:
let me begin each sentence 
with nothing to say.
Let me end each poem 
as a blank page. 

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from my sixth book-length ms.

©dah / dahlusion 2015
all rights reserved

"Blank" was first published in
'Poems and Poetry Magazine'

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S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri September 4, 2016 at 1:51 AM Yeah satans break the light time and again as u portray in a soulful sublime deep poem. Kudos for the freeverse style that is quite difficult u know. Great to read from u again Dah Dahlusion September 5, 2016 at 9:10 AM Yes "of gods, of satans, of those who break the light" –– gods, God and satans are clever at "breaking the light". None of them are to be trusted. Thank you, S. ––))

Timothy Hicks September 3, 2016 at 5:22 PM I found this to be quite refreshing and different, Dah Lusion. The same ole topics get covered so extensively, one wonders if there's anything more to imagine ... the frustration and the struggle so well captured in your final stanza "Give me the intelligence of emptiness: let me begin each sentence with nothing to say ..." ... powerful poem, my friend! Dah Dahlusion September 5, 2016 at 9:08 AM Timothy, you have a knack for breaking a poem down to its grit and beauty: this is an art in-it-self. I often wonder, too, if there is anything else to cover in poetry that hasn't been beaten to a pulp. Thank you! ––))

Dah Dahlusion August 7, 2016 at 12:03 PM “Blank” was written after a random act of violence in the cold-blooded killing of 67 year-old Steve Carter while walking his dog on a trail in Fairfax,California. Steve was a light-filled, loved Yoga Teacher. Three 20 year-old drifters are in custody after being arrested while driving his car shortly after the killing. They shot his dog too.