When Nothing Becomes Something

When nothing becomes something

Shattered pieces somehow forming

Spilled they are, within this frame

Their looks familiar, yet not the same

Shape acquainted, but not quite near

Till foggy eyes, discovered clear

What’s gone is gone, the past no more

Errant thoughts swept out the door

For none of these shall reappear

Angry voice on bended ear

Painful nights and hopeless days

Bended knees to beg for praise

The path of broken cobblestones

Forgotten scent of pheromones

Empty vase without a rose

An empty garden filled with crows

Twisting words, and spindled lies

Darkness shouting, criticized

Double speak, and double crossed

When borrowing outweighed the cost

Something false came crashing down

Shattered shards across the ground

Then wind, and rain, and stormy nights

Questioned wrongs, discovered rights

Burdened still, confusion reigned

Until that day, salvation came

The single flame, the saving grace

Freshened air that came in place

Something changed, then rearranged

Nothingness had been exchanged

A mosaic from the tiny shards

Flowers bloomed throughout the yard

Sunny days, and tranquil nights

Thoughts above to dizzy heights

Soft and true, a loving touch

Newfound vision, for it was such

Broken stones, our garden wall

Winds that whisper ancient calls

What was cast away, now rebuilt

Free from shame, free from guilt

Joyful verse, and tender words

New found peace, the symbol bird

Soon, so soon, the coming spring

Heartbeats true, at last they sing


Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.

His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work

Ralph also writes on HubPages

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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