Naught for nothing – I try and I try.
Naught for nothing – I am barely holding on.
Naught for nothing – I thought I had it and I lost what it was.
Naught for nothing – I can’t quite get a grip.
Naught for nothing – the knots in my stomach just tightened again.
Naught for nothing – I am not sure where I belong.
Naught for all the nots in my stomach that are not loosening, no matter how much I try.
What the hell was that?
Okay, was that a poem?
I am not sure.
I just considered the prompt at Linda G Hill’s:
blog post and I let stream of consciousness take over.
It’s a rather perfect first attempt for me at this blog prompt. I am glad to participate with so many other bloggers.
The prompt naught/knot/not was a cool one, if I do say so myself. I read it and just had to give it a try.
Excellent choice Linda.
This most imperfect of first stream of consciousness contributions of mine is a poem, if I do say so myself, and that’s what’s funny about both poetry and stream of consciousness writing is that I usually don’t consider myself a poet.
It is not my kind of writing, most times. It’s when I am not planning, just like stream of consciousness writing itself, that the rare poem from inside me shows itself.