At The Bottom Of Nowhere Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

At The Bottom Of Nowhere



Not at all dark or dank
In my little think tank
Here at the top
Of my world,
I’ve created a new thing.
I’m sure they’ll all sing
When they hear the music I play
The magic in the words I say.
But alas I am mistaken
For I have awakened,
To discover
I’ve been somewhat blind.
My topsy is turvy
My predicament unnervy;
It’s all been quite a scare.
In spite of my hope
I’ve been quite the dope
Seems I’m
At the bottom of nowhere.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 04 September 2009

Birds sit on the top limbs of trees? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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