"little black nothing
be you
ghost or
cat or
simply shadow,
my heart

goes out to you."


dear god, that is perfect. i must say you rather out-williams williams, if i may be permitted such heresy. this really resonated with me and made me want to read it again and again. high praise indeed, keep going! x

this was delicious. (ha.a.a.a.a look at me i'm hilarious-ohgodi'mlame.) but yeah. although yours doesn't have the spite, you do have a nice wistful tone going on here. i get what you were saying, and i really like the last two stanzas. it's great as a short poem and i like both the meaning and the simplistic form you gave it, but i wouldn't compare it to williams. it's too straightforward and it doesn't have irony. not to say that it isn't good, it just doesn't really seem comparable even if you did get the structure down well. but really, i also love how you say 'it' because, like the poem's getting at, it doesn't matter what 'it' was. very, very nicely done. :)

O-o-oh... I think you're on a roll.
The structure of this is exquisite. The poem is itself slender (as in grace, not exiguity of quality) and the structure is like a fragile skeleton onto which well-selected words cling... and only just. You (may or may not) know I am fond of an opening trio of that particular ratio of words-per-line...
I am a tad unsure about the content [not timing/layout] of lines 6-8, but at the moment I couldn't tell you why as my head is mostly full of exam notes... it's mostly to do with the second 'magic' more than anything (I like the ! mark, but still thinking about the rest). I love the way you address the 'little black nothing', whatever it may be ... funnily enough, I can relate to the feeling of heart going out to obscure dark-nestling things... glad I very randomly stumbled onto here today m'dear, even at an hour after midnight. /delighted