Quickly!!

It just occurred to me that. One had not written one of these new thangs of this word yet, so I ought to hurry up and be the first to do it.

Love.

The only perfect poem.

Let it out

Trapped somewhere inside
Hiding deep within
A childish voice calls out
Innocent or pretend?

Its true that you have found me
On this fateful night
Shying from what matters most
Blanketing the light.

New thang

Got an idea. It comes from many sources but regardless of that, it feels good. The notion is to write and try to answer or ask  an eternal question with one word. Sure. It seems impossible, so that would be the poem.

Impossible.

Readers could speculate and likely find all the intended meaning they might get from many words anyway.

It strikes me that this would seem as difficult as short prose would seem to an eternal being to sum up anything.

It seems pretty random of a thing to create an art form and language and then expect others to communicate their ideas using those rules. So, I sort of reject them and start a new art form a bit like haiku, so it uses the words only one of them, however presented. The rule is ome word. I will need a name. My first work will be:

Potential.