hello Nothing
I
love you, I sink inside you,
devour
me, come on Nothing,
make
a lake of yourself for me to drown in,
never
enough of you.
Nothing,
i can’t control you nor would I want to
I
respect your descent
more
total and again more total everytime,
you
redefine zero as most absolute Nothing
making
more of yourself than imagined
encircling
everyone everything
existence
There
was a time i thought I was nothing,
as
if the sum of parts could add to nothing,
i
could never be as clear or final, all
encompassing,
endangering, consuming
i
was only holding the edges of it and I had to give it back
back
to you Nothing, love you,
exactly
as you say on the tin
no
less, no more,
nothing
very much
somehow
seeing myself
as
only an instrument
conduit,
fruit bowl, glass vase
a
collection of feelings we shared.
I
don’t want to keep looking into the past
and
fishing for futures that turn
flower
water marble colours
the
classic one - rose tinted
but
no
you
didn’t have a favourite flower
and
I keep my love
very
much dead by now
What You Are
You
are not the author of this poem
You
are not Christina Aguilara
You
are not Santa
You
are not the tooth fairy
You
are not my favourite
oh
well
You
are not a genius
You
are not a failure
You
are not responsible for other people’s choices
You
are not a sum of things you’ve done
You
are not a little chihuahua called Pipper
You
are not my furniture
You
are not Jesus
You
are not the worst
You
are not the best and you shouldn’t want to be
You
are not other people's perceptions
You
are not going to ever give up
what
you are is enough
beam is a 26 year old woman from Ireland. She has participated in workshops led by Kevin Higgins, read at Galway City's Literary Organisation event called Over The Edge and has been published in Cabinet Of Heed, Broadsheet.ie, Spilling Hot Cocoa Over Martin Amos & Impspired. Recent work includes; surviving the pandemic and several disappointing sourdough loaves. You can find more of her poetry @personalbeam on instagram.
Very nice.
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