Nothing of nothing

sorenbarrett

Shadows of smoke drift away, thoughts that spoke of a bygone day
Echoes of time, footprints in sand, set in rhyme from a poet's hand
Pages of ash no eye has seen, deemed trash, by years of wind wiped clean
Faded ink on sculptured ice, melt in the sink not leaving puddle or slice

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  • orchidee

    Thank you SB. I'm still horrible, no good will to KP this season nor any season - ahh, an idea for Christmas present for her - nothing of nothing! heehee.
    Dunno why she complained yesterday. I gave her something, I suppose - triple helping of sewage for Christmas dinner. This is too kind of me, yes?! lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      Oh Orchi you just reminded me that both Santa and the devil wear red. Thanks for the read and comment it is appreciated.

    • Katie B.

      Lovely and so well written. Always a pleasure to read your work.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Katie for your read and most kind words they are as always appreciated.

      • cellinic

        A very deep and imaginative reflection on one of the innermost perceived subjects, lovely)

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you so much Cellinic for the read and comment. Your words are most valued

        • Friendship

          This poem explores the ephemeral nature of memory, art, and existence. It reflects on how fleeting moments and thoughts can be easily forgotten or lost over time, ultimately becoming "nothing" as they drift away, much like smoke.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Friendship for the review and interpretation of this poem it is most appreciated

            • Friendship

              Your welcome

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Soren, this is a meditation on time, loss, and the fragility of record. You let smoke, ash, ink, and ice all speak the same quiet truth. Nothing announces itself, yet everything fades. Strong, thoughtful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you Tristan yes you are so right it is the transient nature of what we leave, smoke to ash, ice to water that seeps away and nothing left to measure the day. Words too how many poems written, which will ever be read again. Your support and understanding is much appreciated

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Too true...and as poets, that stings. But yes. 💯 true. Powerful, my friend. You are most welcome!

                • Jerry Reynolds

                  Good write, sorenbarrett. Happy New Year.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Jerry I appreciate the read and comment. A Happy New Year to you as well

                  • arqios

                    And again you’ve spoken my heart exquisitely 🙏🏻🕊️

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks Cryptic I always look forward to your reads and comments they mean a great deal

                    • Kevin Hulme

                      A fine Poem on how Moments are Lost and never retrieved. It makes you realise the Importance of Photograpy to capture those times.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you Kevin for the read and kind words of understanding they are appreciated

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Those words may disappear but they will always be in our minds soren.

                        Andy

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks so much Andy for the review and supportive words they are most appreciated

                        • Aman 12

                          feels like a breath on cold glass.art survies for long...

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you Aman for the review and interpretation it is deeply valued Happy New Year

                            • Aman 12

                              Happy New year to you..



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