Blank
Sometimes just shooting blanks,
and never racking up a score.
Nothing left in the bare bank,
like nothing was there, before.
Looking out at a beautiful day,
with nothing but a blank stare.
Straining eyes to see the light,
finding nothing moving there.
Staring at a blank canvas,
wanting to connect the dots.
With no dots to connect,
empty holes filling blank spots.
While swearing blankety-blank,
couldn't find slippery words.
They were censored anyway,
by bots pretending to be nerds.
So, if you're ever feeling blank,
fill in the empty space.
Looking for it the next day,
will not even find a trace.
Copyright 2018 © Ronald W. Hull
1/25/18
You can read this poem at my website here.
I send greetings to Author Poet Ronald W. Hull.
The exquisite word play of this poetic opus makes it glow on constellation Creativity like a brilliant cut piece of flawless diamond.
I have enjoyed the reading of "Blank" for its poetic psychoanalytical contents, and rhythmic sublime voice.
Viva the Poet!
In reverent appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
International Poetry Day ~ March twenty-first.
Love ya!
Jane
So perhaps they never existed at all!
Best wishes, Diana...
Thank you for your comment on "Mystical Love." Yes, I do have someone like that in my life and I am grateful.
I always appreciate your insightful comments, Ron. Love and peace,
Regis
Patrick’s Elegy for Mary Ann
From Dr. Patrick A ODougherty
Hello and Good Bye,
Patrick’s Sorrow,
Mary Ann’s ashes are moving through the waters of many peoples.
This elegy is a last presented tribute of her death.
I speak to her ashes and to Mandala.
Terrible fate has carried Mary Ann away from us, companeros.
Our sister, Mary Ann, tragically killed.
Meanwhile this song and her Mandala recordings stand as burial customs for her ancestors “In the cool of the evening.”
Remember her songs with honey and jasmine and forever, sister, hail and good bye.
Conceived an Written, January 28, 2018, The Anniversary of William Butler Yeats Death.
Ref. Catullus 101 Wikipedia
Ron