No Sense

No Sense

A Poem by Andrew John
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Music is always loved,
every piece that is heard, felt.
And yet I can play none,
not a chord, not a note.

Art is always stunning,
every piece that is studied, beheld.
And yet I can produce none,
not a drawing, not a painting.

A nosegay is always fragrant,
every one that is inhaled, scented.
And yet I draw in no aroma,
not a whiff, not a redolence.

Food is often tasty,
pieces that are chewed, digested.
And yet I feel like none,
not a repast, not even a snack.

The loved are always cherished,
every one that is clung to, kissed.
And yet I have none,
not a darling, not one even held.

Our own selves are always explained,
every fragment that is we.
Yes I have those, even grains, slivers, particles,
but, as you see, not a part of me evokes reason.


(Jul 2022)

© 2022 Andrew John


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"but, as you see, not a part of me evokes reason."
I feel you and I hope joy!

Posted 2 Years Ago


I found this a sad poem as though the poet is seeing and feeling things through mist. Something is missing from life and I felt it deeply here.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Added on July 7, 2022
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Andrew John
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Carmarthen, Wales, United Kingdom



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