Thou Art Something Compared With Nothing

Omar Khayyám: and if the wine you drink, the lip you press, end in the nothing all things end in -yes- then fancy while thou art, thou art but what thou shalt be - nothing- thou shalt not be less

And I say..

thou art

what thy art drinks slow;

thy art is drunk so..

bless the fogged up thinking glass,

be it downed in a sprint, a modicum

of meaningless demeanour-ous

bellicose sandpitted bile

or in jollity Well-disposed. 

Pelt second thoughts

with the first;

For thou art something

compared with nothing's thirst

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Very witty and full of wisdon.

[nothing]

This is an awesome poem. I hope you do another one like this. I enjoyed reading it and it is very well done.

Sarah.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

another innovative composition~ excellent word constructs!~

[Cynthia]

Amazing poem.
Your poems quality is always nice and great!
:)

[Kerry O'Connor]

I love it when you quote Khayyam... Oh fill the cup - what boots it to repeat life is slipping away beneath our feet....

[Wondering Mind]

A pint of Guinness, or two perhaps?
Nice take on part of the Rubaiyat, and interesting verse

[Norma M Sutton]

Interesting.

[Hollow Man]

the way ur voice stays the same yet changes from poem to poem is such a conundrum and fascinating. i love the language and demeanour of this poem. cheers

[nono]

I like it, really this is interesting you did a nice job writing it. Kinda 16th century spelling nice job!