Saturday, 16 February 2008

my 55. Nothing

In certain moments
when the world is resting
when a stillness holds sway,
the atmosphere inert.
Life and living
in perfect equilibrium,
a single, still moment
when silence surrounds
to maintain a void.
Empty head,
empty heart,
there is nothing to say,
or write.
Speak silently in simple tongue,
write wisdom with an empty pen.

7 comments:

Strumpet said...

Oh, wow.

Wow, wow, wow.

This is really, truly, and quite simply just so pure.

Moments like these, that you describe...they are like the calm that makes life bearable.

Fantastical this is.

I'm usually a pretty wordy girl, so I'm going to shut-up now because I don't want to disturb this wondrous and silent calm thing you have going on here.

Greatness.

Akelamalu said...

You have a way with words sir. :)

Mona said...

We are so full of junk, We need to empty out...Only then shall we be filled with fresh energy!

Great poem Toadee

smarmoofus said...

How did you move me with nothingness? Incredible, Toadee. Simply incredible. You conjured up every such indescribable (by me, but not by you, apparently!) moment in my past with those 55 words. Very well done. *quiet applause*

-smarmoofus

JesseTheCat said...

Awesome way of saying you dont want to talk about anything right now,lol..love the wordplay.Thats why I tagged you in my last post.Wonder what you will come up with? Of course,only do it if you feel inclined to play along :)
See http://jesseblogs.blogspot.com

Little Wing said...

Ahhhhhh, within the sound of silence..........

Toadee said...

I am always somewhat surprised when i do nothing and people like it, perhaps i should continue to do nothing.

Thank you for your kind and supportive words my friends.