A Poem About Nothing Poem by John KENT

I've been sitting here waiting

for a bit of inspiration

that will help me write some words

that will inspire,

I would like them to excite

as well as bring delight

and I hope to choose some words

that all others will admire,

but I am feeling rather sickly

as the time speeds by so quickly

and my pad remains without a single word,

and quite truly I feel sad

and it makes me feel so bad

that the only things I think of

seem really quite absurd,

but I have a premonition

that my rhyming composition

will be a huge success

if it makes it to fruition,

so I sit here in frustration

trying to end my minds stagnation

by focusing on thoughts I think

that need illumination.




But quite clearly I am missing

some inner thought process

which muddles up my jumbled thoughts

and leaves them in a mess

and I lack the skills to figure out

just what I should be writing

to inspire all my readers

and to make it more exciting,

so I refrain from writing things

which will cause me more confusion

as the last thing that my mind needs now

is even more delusion,

and thus I'll sit here waiting

for a flash of inspiration

which will greatly help my writing

and will give me much elation,

for I'll have penned a poem

which is envied by my peers

and will be a huge success

and I'll be known for many years

as the man who wrote a poem

that didn't make a lot of sense,

...but he wrote it with panache

and with much exuberance!




7/5/2013