Nothing came to me,
It was smooth
It was humid and warm,
I let myself be embraced by
Empty defines a volume,
So, nothing came to me as a void
kissed me, abandoned  me into a  bliss,
I, myself, let go any strings
that may have attached me
to the ground;
Nothing is the perfect suitor,
Anonymous, odourless lover,
The one who is a pleasure to wait
for more or less a whole Summer.

2 thoughts on “Nothing

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    “Nothing” is an engaging, seemingly light and airy and yet ,a quirky and oddly distrurbing poem. It’s clever use of thematic repetition, with such words as :-empty,anonymous,void,abandoned ;certainly underscores a psychological uneasiness which the poem seems to capture very well indeed. Or as the narrator would have us believe is it really a happy, upbeat poem disguised as it’s opposite?

  2. iulia gherghei Post author

    Thank you, Louis! Your comments as ussually, brought a smile on my face! I’ ll keep writing only to read such comments from you!Thank you!

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