Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Writing from Nowhere

Write, they say?
What? I ask

So many clusters of ideas and promises
Floating in my head

Why pass them to my fingers?
The extentions  of me that waiver with pen
that glaze over the  keyboard with tendency

Perhaps it is time to release the cloistered images
Propel them out to the nothingness from which they came
Letting new life and fantasies birth
in my
old hands
and old frames of reference

Today I write
About what ? they ask
About nothing, I say

The nothingness that permeates creation