Nothing's done

[Violet]

Nothing’s done


It was good to have confided
in you.
I feel lighter somehow, and
the road just ahead
runs through me like a river,
filling me with a certain buoyancy
that only this torn heart
can deem to
know.

I don’t know where it is I touch you.
Not at all sometimes,
then sometimes deeply,
though not at all.

Having done all this,
it still seems
nothing’s done;
nothing’s ended,
just begun


v i o l e t

[imaginary friend]

nothing’s done;
nothing’s ended,
just begun

how lovely, V., to be on the same journey, yet with renewed energy.

Your poem has a slightly bemused edge, yet is filled with hope and insight... the kind I've only experienced when confiding in an imaginary friend
XO

[Violet]

.. you're sweet.. and I agree, there's nothing quite like having one.. (especially since she's only part imaginary)..

v i o l e t (flower).. xxxxxx x x x x

[Harry S]

nice, Violet, with the final stanza better than "nice". does the second verse speak of confusion and contradictory signals?

your poem deserves more attention particularly as it comes from such a vital member of this forum.