Out of Ideas

A poem about nothing.

Out of  Ideas

I sat there in the bright sunlight.

All I had was a blank paper-

and a pen with full of ink.

But my mind was out of ideas,

empty as the blank white paper.

The ink didn't flow out just like always.

I wanted to fill the void,

but my mind was out of ideas.

I looked around to find something-

that really worth a poem.

In the bright golden sunlight,

in the thick foamy clouds,

in the song of the cuckoo,

in every flap of a butterfly's wings,

even in the long row of ants-

there was a bit of poetry.

In everything around me.

But I just couldn't find it then,

there was nothing in my mind.

Empty, blank, void and

every other form of nothing.

I went through my thick text books,

moth eaten pages of History,

still expanding volume of Science,

the secrets of life that always wondered me

and the mystifying text book of nature-

written by the god himself.

But that didn't help.

I found nothing, absolutely.

But at the end I found out,

everyone with a mind and desire-

can make anything out of nothing!

Just like I did here.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a realistic lesson to those who complain about writers block. So many times this happens & we just need to keep our pen moving, keep our mind moving, as you’ve shown us here. Good use of details to illustrate how to spawn an idea for writing. Sometimes it works & sometimes it doesn’t, but at least we tried, huh? There’s something interesting to say about most anything, even nothingness! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[The ArK]

Thanks for spending time on reading and reviewing this piece(even I've forgotten about this one!).

[Donna]

You are exactly right! This is great! I like the long row of ants. Nice writing!

[The ArK]

Thank you!

[Penny]

Writer's block.. something we all experience yet only you have described it so beautifully. The poem just flows, it charming, the language especially and the end is the best. Very well done.

[Nena]

Happens with all of us and yet we write still. Impressive!

[Mirra]

Those times when your palms and hands are itching to write something. Experienced this too, another great work Ark!

[Saddam]

But I just couldn't find it then,
there was nothing in my mind.
Empty, blank, void and
every other form of nothing.

Absolutely..... sometimes we faced blank paper. Hours spend as blanky... Flow did not came... Wonderful job.

[Enigma]

Creating something out of nothing, reminds me of the big bang which created the universe. :)
And yes, I can relate to that kind of writer's block. It is when you are desperately searching for a inspiring idea around which you can create a beautiful eye-catching wreath of words but just cannot find it. Frustrating, isn't it?

Some very beautiful stanzas here. Keep it up.

[The ArK]

Thank you :)

[Rachelle]

Sometimes, we do need to take a step back to see with a different perspective. Quite timely for me to see this, ARK! I am in a bit of a dilemma here, too!

[Ayushi]

I loved the title and theme of this poem.
All you do need is the desire to write.
Great job :)