Immersed In Nothing

Written for:  Poetics Aside #340
Write an “at last poem or a “finally” poem.

Written by an author whose books I love,
this new one was impenetrable.
I waited in vain for a plot
to emerge. My eyes were strained
at page three hundred, half-
way through. I plodded
on, nothing changed.
At long last,
the end.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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