This Poem is About Nothing

Posted on August 10, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

This is about nothing
No purpose or rhyme
I just had the time
Saying rhyme makes me rhyme?
A flow of crazy thoughts
That run along my fingers
Mooning my brain
As it stares at a shiny dot
I think I left the microwave on
I want a meatball sub
Which is repeatedly denied
Until I do the laundry
I should have written
About candy like I planned
Yet here I sit
Enjoying the unfocused
Not having true control
Plotting tonight’s poem
Where I might let my mind release
A torrent of insanity

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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12 Responses to This Poem is About Nothing

  1. Dom DiFrancesco's avatar Dom DiFrancesco says:
    August 10, 2013 at 1:47 pm

    I have a new found appreciation for nothing. Well done. 🙂

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  2. Andersays's avatar Andersays says:
    August 10, 2013 at 4:41 pm

    so much ado about… 🙂

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  3. S.K. Nicholls's avatar sknicholls says:
    August 10, 2013 at 5:02 pm

    Out of nothing, nothing comes. To start with nothing is to begin at the beginning. Eureka! That have the nerve to begin at all is to show courage and wittiness.

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  4. kdavisfanclub's avatar kdavisfanclub says:
    August 11, 2013 at 3:49 am

    I’m not sure what I liked more, Charles, the torrent of insanity or the meatball sub!

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