Poetry of Naught

Some poems say no:
No I will not be ignored;
No I will not be understood;
No I will not be written;
No.

we need to listen
to such poems
through such poems

Hard silences speak
You, You the
Pause, You the
Comma, You the
Full Stop.

You may or may not be
captured by earthly languages or
heavenly tongues, but You
shape shift
that, this
poetry of naught into me
where it now
resides as
seed.

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4 thoughts on “Poetry of Naught

  1. shoreacres says:

    This one left me perplexed. I kept thinking things like, “But how can we listen to a poem that isn’t written?” On the other hand, the humanizing of punctuation marks was nicely done — a bit of play that I don’t think I’ve ever come across before.

    Your reference to seed at the end, and the implicit suggestion that words which aren’t used still remain reminds me of my draft files. Some pieces residing there — pieces that have said, “Nope. Nu-hn. Not going to be written” — still feel like they have potential. So, there they stay; essays of naught.

    • agjorgenson says:

      I’m glad you enjoyed the punctuation mark bit! The part about the unwritten poems is timely for me, in a way, because one of our readings this week was from Ignatius of Antioch, who commends a Bishop whose silences speak a word not otherwise heard. Scholars debate as to the meaning of that, as you can well imagine! As for my reference, I imagined a kind of agency for a poem that sometimes won’t be pushed aside, sometimes won’t be simplified, and sometimes opts out of being made public. I’ve met a few of such poems, and try hard to honor their wishes!

  2. Poems like seasons. This one reminds me of January, and the beginning of term. Thanks!

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