Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Monday, December 3, 2012


Something of Nothing

A guy with a blog challenged me to write
Create something of nothing, right?
Well, I'm trying and trying for something
Coming up with absolutely nothing
The page stays blank, just like my stare
Wanting to rise beyond with this dare
But the harder the try, the less I succeed
At this writing thing, indeed
I wonder what happens when nothing happens twice
Will the page remain blank or something as nice
All of a sudden, the page starts to fill
About nothing, the topic begins to spill
Then the thoughts become so much more complex
Like poker, it is more about the cards in the decks
Rather than the substance in your hand
A thought, an idea, understand?
Wait, maybe I can make it more clear
You read this poem, it is here
This something of nothing that I wrote

© 2012 Deanna Oaks