Two Poems of Nothingness

by mudrhetoric


Nothing 1

There are times while walking
When nothing comes
And no amount of walking can force it.

On such days
I take off my shoes and socks
And walk barefoot on a pebble-dirt road.

Nothing 2

I sit and stare at the page.
It bores me.
Nothing’s there.
Nothing’s here.
The page wreaks havoc on my foibles.