While I was sleeping
in double negatives,
No Thing came and swallowed up
my waking world.
in a strange inverted place
lost and all alone,
I hid behind the branches
of a dreaming tree
hoping No Thing would not see,
or hear me breathing.
I did not realize
No Thing can see without eyes
and hear without ears.
Soon overwhelmed, was I.
No Thing is not nothing!
Nothing is an interesting topic ???
Love, hugs and prayers…ME and the Boss
Yes. We could talk about nothing for a lifetime and still not know No Thing.
The inanimate is god…and the animate is the offspring…deep and truthful piece!
Searching for and fearfully running from….at the same time, not realizing.
Thank you, Tincup.
Wow – this is an awesome poem!!
I was reading through your website.
I think the super is hidden within the fragile of all of us.
Very nice to meet you!
Wow – so well put!! 🙂 Nice to meet you too… Look forward to reading your blog.
A poem most Seinfeldien.
Thanks for writing it,
Thanks for posting it !
No Thing – Some Thing
It’s all the same.
Perhaps Seinfeld realized that. 😉
I’m not sure how you did it but I love the photo. Secondly I love the poem and blog.
Thank you very much, Jerry!
Every once in a while, I will throw a photo into inverse (negative mode) using Adobe Photoshop. So that everything becomes the opposite of what it once was. Light becomes dark; white becomes black….rather unreal in appearance, like images from a dream.
I suspected APS. I love it regardless of how you did it. It would be in my opinion a frame-able piece of work.
Don’t worry…It ain’t no thing… 😉
Hahaha…the nuns told me the no thing was Buddhist.
But, in Catholic school, they said…before anything ever was, God is. Which makes God the same as No Thing. I guess they weren’t thinking about what they were saying. 🙂
I think the Nuns might be after me after my post the other day about confession. So, I’m going to keep my comments to myself… 🙂
this No Thing has anything to do with, when you were 7 years old and looking at the crack in the tiles on the floor suddenly cried and ran into the other room and then your dad came out and asked what are you crying for
and you said ‘ nothing ‘.
I may be a little wrong in my interpretation though
No Thing is always present, everywhere.
Fear keeps us from knowing.
And so we continue to search on a pathless path…..for what we never lost, and are afraid to find.
Well done. 🙂 Reminded me stylistically of “anyone lived in a pretty how town”. Intriguing image. Very effective combination of image with verse.
Thanks for visiting my blog. I have experimented with the poetry forms of Fibku & hyper-linked found poems, If you are interested, you can find some these experiments on my blog under the poetry tag.
Thanks. I looked up the poem by E.E.Cummings “anyone lived in pretty how town.”
A real mind-bending forest of word play. Very interesting to read.
I will look at your poetry. I have never heard of Fibku before.