The Fly in Morning

This is one of the first poems I wrote that was a serious attempt to convey... something. I later reversed a lot of the abstract elements in my style, but I feel like there's something to it.

If it's not one thing
it's another
as one thing can't be anything
but what it is
and there are many things.
And anything I don't know
maybe it can't be known
and maybe there's none
nothing, no-one, nobody
out standing in the road with a dress flapping
in the wind with arms outstretched ready
to welcome me. Her hair
blowing in the breeze, eyes gazing
she's not there.
She's nowhere.
Know where she is.

Author's Note

Written in early 2005, this is the work of a bored 18-year-old with a thing for wordplay. Maybe I haven't changed that much.

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

word play is always fun, i thought this was wonderful.
it all built up nicely.

[N. An]

feelings of unrest in our youthful years...very nice ...:)

[J.P. Bristow]

At first I thought this was going to be the first attempt I had seen here at the real form of nonsense poetry but as you flowed its became an abstract thought and I was left feeling like a zephyr.

interesting write.