I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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3 April 2013

Tentative Poem

This poem is made out of nothing
so how can it begin?  

There are so many directions   
this poem might take —
which one? 

What is the mood of this poem?
It seems uncertain.

The message, then?
Indeterminate as clouds
drifting and shape-shifting through the air.

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 3: a tentative poem