Nothing – A Poem

Nothing brings it back like

colour sticky texture melted crayons

on school tarmac,


Nothing pulls back the lids like a group

who taunt relentlessly because they find

a different sort of kid,


Nothing undoes the crust of silence

like the fat arm which only holds

the shaking boy with violence,


Nothing but ignorance will teach

the safety of not being too much

of anything sweet


Nothing turns out to be

a gift of rare comfort

don’t look, don’t hear, don’t see.

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  1. Nothing but ignorance will teach

    the safety of not being too much

    of anything sweet

    And so we begin the conditioning that robs gentleness from boys and wonder/magic from childhood and replaces it with–what, exactly? So sad.

      1. Hey–tomorrow morning, somewhere-in-Europe time, we are starting this thing called “Inspiring Each Other,” which seems to be what we do all the time, Panda. Check out my blog, and please, please join us. It was born spontaneously today.

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