Good Morning and Good Monday cool cats and hot kittens!
Today’s bad poem is really about nothing. It’s certainly nothing to write home about, although ironically, I wrote this—about nothing—in my home. I wish I could tell you that I gave this poem great deep thought but not really. When I sat down to write, I had nothing in mind, so I wrote about nothing. But then, what’s weird, is since I wrote about nothing, I created something, out of nothing, if you will. Anyway, before I conjure up a headache explaining something out of nothing, I’ll leave you to this.
Hope you get something out of it. Have a great day and week.
All About Nothing
by ZJ Czupor
Before there was you and me,
This world,
This universe,
There was nothing.
Imagine that?
How do we grasp nothingness?
I can imagine all kinds of things,
Like blue oceans and rocky mountains,
Amber waves of grain,
Dog-eared books,
Music to dance to,
A roughed-up, grass-stained baseball,
A cup of hot coffee,
A pumpkin pie.
I can even imagine
Falling in love,
A three-tiered wedding cake,
A roaring fire on a bitter cold winter night,
The sweet breath of a romping puppy.
But nothingness?
There’s something.
How about nothing to eat?
Or nothing to do?
Nothing is the absence of our existence,
A great big giant sucking vacuum,
Where no energy exists,
No hydrogen particles, carbon, nor water.
I think I thirst for existence.
In nothingness, there is no thought,
No desire, no pain, joy, no light, or darkness, and no love.
You know the old saw:
Expect nothing and ye shall not be disappointed.
Some philosophers claim there is no such a thing as nothingness,
Even Shakespeare claimed it’s Much Ado About Nothing.
But if I can think it, say it, hear it, write it, and read it,
Then nothing must exist and hey, that’s something.
Right?
So clever! Really enjoyed this!