Floccinaucinihilipilification.

Floccinaucinihilipilification.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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The act of assesing something thats worthless.

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A tiny and mere space of nothing in-between,

No smiles or tears to capture in one’s heart,

Lifeless emotion to stare on aimlessly,

Graves are open to fill in, in part.

 

Blank eyes have souls of no matter,

Tea stains in perfect hollow rings,

Thoughts come and go with furious wind,

Take attention of nothing he sings.

 

Fingers punching at plastic and horror,

Read on dear people no love of pans,

Lapping on vodka to feel something, anything,

Speed in lines in balls in acid coloured cans.

 

Brace yourself Time my w***e master,

I’m running to you now without jittery retention,

Catch my waist as wings give promise in attendance,

Pain gone or exhausted floccinaucinihilipilification.

 

© 2014 Thomas Fitzgerald


Author's Note

Thomas Fitzgerald
Have fun reading! Don't you just love the English language.

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A very poignant comment on life. Looking at it in a way, life is just a nothingness, a meaningless interval between two events. And we, in futility, searching for a meaning, a drug, till all is swept by time into an open, waiting grave. I agree with Shane Mohamed -A masterpiece from you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

10 Years Ago

Thank you Divya



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sometimes we just don't feel like anything worthwhile is in our lives, or our pens.

and life seems aimless...we feel in a place of no feelings...just emptiness, barely existing.

i felt just nothing after reading that...i mean that in a good way...like i had no spirit left, no interest in anything in life...just a void...

if you can make the reader feel something or nothing that strongly, you have put forward some good words and a well developed theme.

nice work, Thomas.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much.
We often find comfort taking interest in immaterial things because they give false sense of feeling voids in our own lives... a very whimsical poem with intellectual pondering.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much.
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

11 Years Ago

You are welcome.
There are certainly times in my life when I felt void, without worth or emotion. And certainly I saw life that way in those times. I think you've captured it well. I like the bits about tea rings and drug induced emotion. It's funny that you'd twist the common notion about alcohol having a numbing effect, when it fact it pulls emotions from us. someone here described at as picking at scabs.

Anyway, I always feel a little inadequate trying to write about your works. There is always so much in them.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

Mark my darling, thank you x
Gotta admit, that title caught my eye. Your poem, then, kept my attention. Only fools see no value in the empty spaces. And all the ways we try to feel nothing - they don't work, because that nothing is really something anyway...


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

My thoughts exactly, well done.
I need to dial in space to understand that last word but the whole poem was marvelous...Good work as always ...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

Thank you Sami.
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

My pleasure...:)
i have to say that this write is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

Fabulous, thank you x
quinfinn

11 Years Ago

my intense pleasure
As always I read a dozen times haa...I couldn't get past the title this time...I think you do this on purpose.
If I didnt need vodka before I need it now...I wish I could write like this...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

Awe, thank you my love, and yes, I do it on purpose! x
I think you broke my brain...trying wrap my head around 'no love of pans', I think I might have to read this one a few dozen times to get the gist of it my love or perhaps I jut need few more laps of vodka....at least I leaned a new word today.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed it, my use of the word Pans, was the Irish version of a parthenon, pans means G.. read more
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Ahh, what of us that aren't Irish my love...makes sense, the spaces between are always the most diff.. read more
Thomas Fitzgerald

11 Years Ago

I agree my darling.

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