There’s a poem I want to write
That can’t ever be written
And every time it is in sight
It can’t be seen or smitten
It’s in an un-existing state
Always brings no reaction
Of nothing to alleviate
No thoughts for making fraction
The “not poem” that is not here
Can’t exist or have letter
But reads the same always as clear
Yet can’t reread as better
There's still a 50-50 chance your not-poem exists - unless you observe it and the wave-function collapses? It may be winking in and out of existence. This makes one think, pointless as that may be. Well-written, and a clever conceit.
An Mmmmmm poem Paul, Not a poem at all? Oh yes it is, I know what you are getting at though, there is always that one poem that will never be. Smiling at this Not Poem title. Ironic as it does not appear! Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Paul, Creative poem very unique but a bit confusing. I like regardless. Take care.