because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

your yesterdays

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muddy my forevers,
wet river footprints
on the kitchen floor

of the house we’ll never buy.
we argue
over the absolute value

of nothing, the hollows
it leaves under your eyes
when we open the front

door and the world
comes in with the rain.
someone asked me once

why i write
poetry, and i didn’t have
a ready answer,

but after
so much of argument, i
think it’s to believe,

still, in
love, in all its
hot swollen

uncomfortable
nothings that creep
like poison

just under the skin,
its falling headfirst
over and  over and

over, somer-
saults into river shadow,
into, again, nothing,

the absolute value of which
is still up
for discussion.

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18 responses

  1. Tiffany Coffman

    Great piece. Extremely profound.

    June 5, 2013 at 2:10 pm

    • thanks, Tiffany. you are too kind.

      June 6, 2013 at 10:16 am

  2. I love the revisit of the “absolute value of nothing.” Your poetry always makes me smile, and think. And smile again.

    June 5, 2013 at 2:55 pm

    • if it brought you a smile, Denise, it’s earned its keep already. 🙂

      June 6, 2013 at 10:18 am

  3. This is a beautiful piece filled with truth and wisdom.

    June 5, 2013 at 3:04 pm

    • high praise indeed, Carl. *curtsies* thanks

      June 6, 2013 at 10:19 am

  4. No one ever asks me why I write poetry. They ask why I continue writing poetry. I liked this very much – somewhat wry, somewhat happy. Good to see you back on the horse.

    June 5, 2013 at 3:28 pm

    • Mosk! giddyup! 🙂

      June 6, 2013 at 11:04 am

  5. Great imagery and some wonderful lines.

    A pleasure as always.

    June 5, 2013 at 7:45 pm

    • thank you, wanderer.

      June 6, 2013 at 11:23 am

  6. we argue
    over the absolute value

    of nothing…ha, i like your play in that…and your reason for poetry as well…its writing..and i can control that…i can make my tfantasy tangible at least on the page…hey and value is all that we make of it, right?

    June 5, 2013 at 8:32 pm

    • what we make of it… exactly, b. smiles.

      June 6, 2013 at 11:28 am

  7. I like the circular tone to the poem….enjoyed it.

    June 5, 2013 at 8:50 pm

  8. I have to believe it brings us to more than nothing, too. I especially love your opening and close to this piece.

    June 6, 2013 at 1:38 am

    • thank you, Poet. 🙂 for your comments, and the optimism.

      June 6, 2013 at 11:36 am

  9. loved it, you’ve got some great poems on your blog

    June 23, 2013 at 1:24 am

  10. especially loved this piece: arguing over the absolute value of nothing… great idea in itself and – simultaneously – such a clear statement of a specific human situation. Yup: great write.

    June 26, 2013 at 3:02 pm

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