Shells With Silver Stems

Of all my poems this one is probably my favorite. At least I recite it the most. I think I love it because it is a writing about how I have decided not to write. It is witty and enjoyable, and reminds me that sometimes writing about not writing is inspiring. (I’m posting it today because I’m probably not going to write anything to post here today):

Shells with Silver Stems

Today I’ll write of nothing
And say that I don’t care
What covers vacant pages
Or fills my empty stares.
A thousand pens could sing
Of a thousand different things:
Of a thousand missing trees,
Or a thousand dried up seas
– they could sing of anything –
But I’d say that nothing’s there.
(As they write their sacred thoughts
I’ll erase them from the air).

© Jeremiah Dowling 2008


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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