Minimalism

MINIMALISM

Two
Four
Six
Eight …

No response
No one calls out
Empty Echoes
No one calls …

No two now
No one
To appreciate
This zero …

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 18, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Solitude is a fine thing unless it’s forced.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. I would echo New Hampshire Garden Solutions comments.
    Thinking of you, Ben.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Touching poem, Ben, and thinking of you, too. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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