No Subject or Title
I have no thoughts but still I start writing,
attempting to envision something inviting
Nothing in particular enters my head,
no pleasant memory or words that must be said.
I keep writing although still uninspired,
just tapping at the keys as though somehow required.
The keyboard invited me so I sat down right here,
my mind like the screen was perfectly clear.
I started to write without reason or rhyme,
at first maybe it was just to pass time.
Just after midway I liked how it was now going,
I wrote even more still, never stopping or slowing.
I continued to write without purpose or plan;
my mission became to complete what I had began.
My poem is about nothing I must confess,
but I still enjoyed writing it nonetheless.
I do usually start with a subject or title,
my impression was that these were both vital.
I understand now that this is not true;
I write what I write because that’s what I do.
Keith E. Gerber
You, Me, Poetry.
Keith E. Gerber 