poems that do not go somewhere
and definitely don’t go nowhere
and don’t presume to be something;
perhaps could be anything...
they might rhyme for a while
to give you a smile
or elaborately illiterate
to illustrate and illuminate
the occasional debate;
on why some love the rhymings
that others seem to hate,
but the key point is to communicate
in all that is written of late
is that nothing is REALLY something;
and not anything is better said
than a whole load of nothing
that has no point to be read....
and the wind howled
the rainbow bowed
the stars smiled high above;
the moon shone on lovers
to demonstrate its love;
whilst deep in the shadows
where not many dare to tread
lies a heap of nothing
that’s now floating in your head.
hey well said david but poetry does something dear .....we got to agree...love urs j