Today is the International Day of Nothing…when we mark the necessity of a little silence.
Emptiness and space are as important as thought.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. We need space.
Nothing is on the ascendant.
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An empty house, a quiet street,
Where no birds flew and the wind failed to greet
The clocks did pause, its ticks unsure
The world held its breath, the stillness queer.
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Shadows stayed, a touch too long
Visions looming by eye’s edge
Its soul empty, bareness strong
Its cold breath cuts, a razor’s blade.
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Its quiet surges, wraps and swallows
A chair, now gone, a lamp now blown
Its hunger triumphs, a new gallow
Nothing ascends its blackened throne.
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When the day was finally done
Blackness stayed, the light now gone
Nothing’s soul had triumphed – won
A well-deserved, though unseen throne.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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