The Official "Nothing" Blog
The blogger sits and
waits for inspiration, yet
nothing comes to her.
waits for inspiration, yet
nothing comes to her.
posted by Hannah at 9:12 PM
Saturday, February 19, 2005
About Me
- Name: Hannah
- Location: United States
I have worked as a nurse's aide, a daycare teacher, a nanny, and currently am employed doing all three.
Previous Posts
- Nightfall
- untitled
- An Error Rectified.
- Schizo
- All Is Vanity
- The Name Game
- Retard
- NIghtowl
- Success
- Travelocity
7 Comments:
The owl waits
Her nightly vigil
In still and silent tension
The darkness
To you or I
A blindness
To her a searing searchlight
She waits
The nightly hunter
From hiding
As is his wont
The chameleon
Speaks
Nothing is the stuff of dreams
And dreams
The prey you seek
Not a haiku or anything like; but I'm Anglo Saxon, you see. :)
Damn! Is he good, or what?
I have a line I keep at the bottom of Word where I continually add on for future references, hoping inspirations will occur. It looks like this, so far:
Write about dogs, cats, birds, fish, lizards, frogs, snakes, insects, monkeys, parents, day trips, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, grandmothers, friends, girlfriends, music, art, plants, cars, trucks, boats, planes, buses, trains, ships, hitchhiking, walks, fights, wrecks, trailers, bridges, canyons...
Feel free to peck at it, or either make up a list for yourself.
Nothing ever comes to me either.
That is why I go out and find it and then steal it.
Hmmm... I didn't notice a copyright on this site, did you?
Nice, Lizard. Thank you for stealing my thunder.
Harry, thank you for the suggestions.
Ned, my lawyer will get in touch with your lawyer.
That'll be the day when I can steal your thunder, Hannah, for I am no poet...
I say, reference the pumpkin.
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