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Nothing to Write
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This was from an exercise I have. To write everyday even if I have nothing to write about. This one an award and was published in small circulation magazine later.
NOTHING TO WRITE By Samuel Connelly Is there nothing to write? Can I really sit here, still, and observe everything and everyone around me and have no ideas for which I can hand craft into a literary sculpture? Is there nothing to write? As I watch the birds fly by, playing aerial games through the park, is my mind so void of creativity, so empty that I cannot find something for which to wordsmith? Is there nothing to write? Has the Muse stopped whispering invisible images of tangible pictures, for with which I could make come alive on my pad of paper? Though the clouds blow across the atmosphere and the wind lifts the dust into flight creating a fiery red, pink, and purple sky. Though the horizon is aflame like fire and the smells of cypress and dandelions season the invisible wind currents that rustle the leaves and move the trees in a whistling dance; is it possible that I still have nothing to write? The planet is spinning, life is happening, experience and wisdom is training every man. Babies suckle; men work, mothers love, and lovers make passion come alive to sing intimate melodies� And yet I have nothing to write.

Reviewed by Stephanie Storey-Morant

Reviewed on January 16, 2007

Is nothing to write, something to write about? Is nothing always something in the midst of being everything. So Put pen to paper and let that nothing become everything even though it's nothing.

What did I just say? Oh nothing.

Thanks for sharing. Just keep writing that nothingness. We love it non the less.

Reviewed by Rafiriio Daniels

hey there is always something to write about...I do feel the same way sometime and could strongle relate to this poem!!!