Something, something,
everything is something,
even if you do a poem about nothing.

Like my friend luon,
she described in her poem,
how it is impossible to do one.

just write anything that comes out of your head,
write random words down,
and if it gets to hard just go to bed.

the next day you try again,
and describe the apple,
as if it turned pink on a thursday.

So whatever you do,
even if it is nothing,
it is something,
something that came out of your head.


By Judit Duran Calzada