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Clean, blank, empty space
Quintessence of nothingness
Waits for words of gist

Is Poetry

Poetry is












an empty space for thoughts…

beautiful…
ephemeral…
meaningless..
profound…
sorrowful…
content…
perpetual…

and a limitless flowing of words.

Of Joy...

Where trees they reside,
By this old wooden bunk
Also lives my memories with Joy…
Beyond the trees sunk,
And that foul-smelling skunk,
Here lives my memories with Joy…

For every cajoling,
And mere shallow jesting,
I can hear the laughter of Joy…
For every sweet pickle,
Or a little wee tickle,
Resounds the sweet giggles of Joy…

For every wrist broken,
And times that she’s fallen,
I hear the queer sobbing of Joy…
For those bitter ryes,
Or those sad,
Sad goodbyes,
I cry by the moments with Joy…

For that last goodbye,
Was deemed just a lie,
Or so thought the gladness of Joy…
For then she’s consterning,
Of my hopeful returning,
To the trees and my memories with Joy…

For I never returned,
To the love that I spurned,
Though my heart be with Joy, I allude…
Them memories she burned,
By the moment she learned,
I’ve left this cruel world for good!

But then….
Stays my memories…

-Jan Briane Astom

(Hi guys! It's my first poem here... Hmm... Please bear with the mediocrity...

After all, it's all for the love of writing...

hehe, head's up!

Ludwig's been here...)

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Letters for lovers,
Stars for skies,
Fountains and rivers,
Beginnings and endings...

For the love of writing,
And the ultimate fulfillment that goes with it.

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