Unspoken Meaning

my life is nonsense–
making sense of nonsense, well . . .
giving me purpose


A little early morning banter with an Existential Poet led to this haiku.  Thanks, E.P.


About T A Smith

Just one of the literacy scholars on this site who wants to explore writing in all its complexities.
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10 Responses to Unspoken Meaning

  1. poppy says:

    oops.. by the way, my blog is here


  2. poppy says:

    nice! i love that line- “making sense of nonsense”.

    i quoted a nice line about that too, from some literature. Feel free to check my november posts.

    cheers! ^_^

  3. heartshapedlies says:

    Ha ha! That’s my life in a nutshell! :-%

  4. Julie says:

    I enjoyed this one, too. Poets and writers spend our lives trying to make sense out of nonsense.

    I also spend a great deal of time trying to convince everyone (especially my husband) that my own crazy actions make sense…ha! ha!

    Thanks for the link. I will check out your friend’s site.

  5. We’re all just trying to make sense of nonsense stuff, trying to take one step forward hoping for the best.

  6. blissbait says:

    Okay. I’ll take Your word for it cause that’s what I’m doing and doing and doing….:) Thank You and Cheers and Namaste. 🙂

  7. Technobabe says:

    Very good. I try to make sense of nonsense, not always successful, but I am still a spiritual child. Lots to learn.

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