Zero Hour…simply nothing…

Zero Hour
It was the hour of simply nothing,
not a single desire in my western heart,
and no ancient system
of breathing and postures,
no big idea justifying what I felt.

There was even an absence of despair.

“Anything goes,” I said to myself.
All the clocks were high. Above them,
hundreds of stars flickering if, if, if.
Everywhere in the universe, it seemed,
some next thing was gathering itself.

I started to feel something,
but it was nothing more than a moment
passing into another, or was it less
eloquent than that, purely muscular,
some meaningless twitch?

I’d let someone else make it rhyme.
– Stephen Dunn

Link: whiskey river

photo: my twilight dream

5 Responses to “Zero Hour…simply nothing…”

  1. fabulous capture of your emotions.

    we do share those moments…
    keep wriitng…

    join us if you wish.


  2. Stephen.. this was dark!
    Running into spine- chilling realizations. It felt as if someone was about to die. The image was perfectly in tandem with the words.. 🙂



  3. I agree…and Stephen Dunn would thank you I’m sure. Thanks for visiting.


  4. Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    Love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

    share and enjoy some traffic, no requirement, hope to see you in.


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