N is for Nothing


Today I played flute at a volunteer lunch
When I returned, I faced a time crunch,
The words weren’t flowing, my head was foggy
I was feeling tired and a wee bit groggy,

So this poem is about NOTHING, NADA, NIL
Feel free to stop reading if you’ve had your fill,
I wrote about NOSTALGIA and NATURE today
Those poems went NOWHERE, I’m afraid to say,

But perseverance is my middle name
I must keep up with this blogging game,
So I dive into the writing NOW and away I go
In India, it’s Friday and they’re on the letter O!
This April I am participating in the A-Z Challenge 





and the NaPoWroMo Challenge NaPoWriMo where I will write a post and a poem for each letter of the alphabet each day in April except for Sundays.

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  1. UnknownApril 16, 2015 at 6:59 PM

    Sane advice for the the new generation

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2015 at 3:08 AM

      Hi Usha. Nice to see you back with us. Hope you're doing well. Thanks for commenting.

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  2. elly stornebrinkApril 16, 2015 at 10:30 PM

    Well your 'nothing' poem turned into a 'something' poem Cat! ;) Doesn't it seem unfair that India is one day ahead of us posting and reading and commenting? ;) <3

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2015 at 3:10 AM

      Thanks, Elly. Yes, it is aggravating about the time difference as usually I'm running behind as it is and struggling to keep up. Oh well. At least I'm younger in Canadian time. If I was in Mumbai I'd be 10 and a half hours older. Hehehe!

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  3. SuzyApril 16, 2015 at 11:18 PM

    Nice one. Loved it. Better to write about going nowhere otherwise blankly at the screen you'll have to stare.

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2015 at 3:11 AM

      Cute reply, Suzy, you poetess, you! Glad you enjoyed my NONSENSE poem. Thought it was better to write something rather than NOTHING.

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  4. Shilpa GupteApril 17, 2015 at 1:13 AM

    :-) Cat, that wasn't NOTHING!

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2015 at 3:11 AM

      Awww, you're kind, Shilpa. Thanks, my dear!

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  5. Debbie D. April 17, 2015 at 8:57 AM

    Clever! Leave it to you, to turn nothing into something good, Cathy. ☺ Yes, it sure is difficult to keep up but it will all even out in the end.

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2015 at 9:04 AM

      I hope you're right, Debbie cause I'm a scramblin right now, but such is the life of a pantser. Thanks for reading my humble little ditties.

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  6. UnknownApril 17, 2015 at 2:14 PM

    I feel your pain! I struggle with "nothing" quite often, as a matter of fact. ;) Still, very well done in spite of it all!

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    1. UnknownApril 18, 2015 at 4:09 AM

      Thanks, Laurel. Glad you could relate to my dilemma when you feel writer's block and the silly muse steps in to save the day.

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  7. ParulApril 18, 2015 at 12:11 AM

    That was so wonderful! Your nothing gave us a lot of thing to think upon :) You are awesome Cathy! :)

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    1. UnknownApril 18, 2015 at 4:09 AM

      Aw, thanks, Parul. You are kind about my nonsense poem. I like being silly on occasion. It's fun! Must go and read your posts. Sorry I'm so behind!

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  8. Shilpa GargApril 21, 2015 at 12:53 PM

    "In India, it’s Friday and they’re on the letter O!" Hahaha Cathy, that's such a fun poem! You are amazing! N is for Nothing you say, but you said so much and so beautifully too :)

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