Ex Nihilo: A Book of Poems
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Diverse poems examine a young man’s journey through life as he experiences love, loss, hope, fulfillment, and failure while working to accept himself just as he is.
Home, just another thing to turn your back on.
Into the wild, into the unknown,
Into a 1965 Ford filled to the brim, foot upon the gas,
Accelerating into the future, back to the past.
Hands on the wheel, windows down, radio up.
In a rush, in a fog, figuring a way out …
Within his first volume of poems, Eric Wayne Flynn amasses an evocative, thought-provoking collection that challenges belief and morality through the narrative of a young man deeply involved with an ideal while battling through existential dilemmas of the spirit and temptations of the flesh.
Flynn reflects on a variety of topics that include his coming-of-age journey and experiences with love, loss, hope, fulfillment, and failure while lyrically examining the world—both seen and unseen—from creation to the brink of extinction and salvation. As he leads others down a path into his heart and life, Flynn explores what it means to truly live, not just exist, while celebrating the lessons derived from both good and bad experiences.
Ex Nihilo is a volume of contemporary poetry that examines a young man’s journey through life as he works to accept himself just as he is.
Eric Wayne Flynn
Eric Wayne Flynn is a writer/poet who works as a factotum, an endeavor that allows him to meet people from all walks of life and helps to influence much of his poetry and prose. He currently resides in Providence, Rhode Island. Ex Nihilo is his first book of poems.
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Ex Nihilo - Eric Wayne Flynn
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CONTENTS
Alive
Imagination
The Diver of the Deep
Breaking Windows and Plucking Wildflowers
The Hill
The House with a Hoop
Hollow
Caramel Popcorn Power-Up
Beer Can Mattress Flashback
Under the Iron Fist
Asphyxiation
If I Never Left Town
Waves
Providence
Sometimes It’s Just Snow
Human
Happiness
Innocence
She
I Would Like to Think
A Slow Burn
Silent Harmony
Two Shooting Stars
The Lucky Ones
Mercy
Blue
The Burden
Falling
Integrity of the Heart
Women of This World
Books
The Beat
Raindrops
Calculated Madness
Let Go of Me
Chasing Seagulls in the Sand
The Boy Left Kissing the Wind
She Not Made for Thee
Kicking Rocks and Skipping Stones
A Lifetime of Appeasement
Wolves O’er the Lamb
Amnesia
Numb
Low
The Building and the Boy
Inspiration
In This Room
I Hear a Bird
Savants
The Bathtub
Brood
I
The Poet of Bus 99
Oddball
Successful at Thirty-Four
Reflex
Rerun
Poetry
Two Brits in a Ramshackle
Roger That
To Forget What the Sun Feels Like
Where Does It All Go?
The Canvas
Crossing the Ice
A Fury
Colorful, Swirling, Black
Of This World
Tiny Islands
People I Once Knew
Pop Goes the World
Rushing to Nowhere
Plastic Idols
They
American Minds
Our American Home
As Is
Visions of Freedom
Trapped in the Minds of Killers
Greased
The Pigeons of Kennedy Plaza
Progress and Liberty
Nature’s Final Act
The Battle of Madison Avenue
The Fate of the Undisciplined Man
Gone
Persons at War
Decision
In Vain
Dreams
The Carrot
The Loser
Today Is Tomorrow
A Gift
Vain Lil Monkey
Art
Picture This
The Condemned
Awake!
Hiatus
?
Balance
I Used to See Giants
Legacy of Love
Lost
Souls
Fear
Despair
The Poetic Dance between Light and Dark
Great Men
A Letter to an Untempered Soul
Desiccation
Blink
Now
Beautiful Songs
Enjoy the Walk
The Weight
Volume
Lemon-Lime
Astray
Deaf
Dormant
Metamorphosis
Conditions
Twilight
Black Hearts
Gentle Spirits
I Believe She Lives on Sarah St.
Mike from Oklahoma
Ex Nihilo
The Escape
And so I Ran to My Father
The Unit
The Bell
Ace
The Omitted
Nigh
Okay
Jurisprudence
Charms
Change
The Narrative
Wisdom over Money
Wings
He Granted Me
Home
The Great Provision
Free
Absence
The Church
Skull
Creation
Poetry for the End of the World
ALIVE
47285.pngTo create or not to create.
To even exist, such an egomaniacal thought.
To play God—for the gift is upon us.
To make something out of nothing.
To take the time to sculpt the materials into a palace.
To falter in trial.
To repeat the process and eventually succeed.
To breathe it all in.
To taste the fruit.
To give birth.
To be born.
To love.
To die.
To be
alive.
IMAGINATION
47285.pngMy childhood friend.
My lifetime lover.
The best company I’ve ever known.
A thousand failures we’ve created together.
Without you, I wouldn’t be me,
the person I’ve always tried to escape.
I’m finally settling into this skin.
Tonight, we will stay up late.
Just you and me.
THE DIVER OF THE DEEP
47285.pngOrange cream sits atop the blue of the bay.
A young father must feed his seed.
And so he must work.
And so he dives down,
down into the deep.
Into the dark.
Into where the monster lives.
Where life is measured in breaths.
The pressure mounts as he dives farther.
Down into the dark with only a drum that beats
black, boom, boom, black.
I hear he couldn’t see a thing
except a few specks.
Little flickers of light.
Something to swim for.
But the diver must now fix a net
so his family can eat fish.
Into the net with a knife he goes.
He cuts, he breathes, he rests, he repairs, he thinks,
Swimming to the top is the only way out.
Emerging back in the glow of the orange cream,
victory fills the lungs.
Climbing back on to the boat, the diver collects his pay.
Today his family eats.
Happiness in life managed by the day,
by the weather,
by the window,
watching the rain,
watching his wife.
The diver dives into her.
It’s a soft summer night.
There is love in the room;
there is magic in the air.
In just a few moments, a seed will sprout a life that wasn’t there.
It’s a boy, born afraid to dive.
A coward with a pen
searching for air.
And so he must work.
And so he dives down,
down into the deep.
Into the dark.
Into where the monster lives.
Where life is measured in breaths.
BREAKING WINDOWS AND
PLUCKING WILDFLOWERS
47285.pngAn aged, old stone
Lay there upon the earth.
An adolescent soul
Possessed by rebirth.
The energy to feel alive
Escaping us from the start.
Billions of beings.
Beams of light.
The stone awaits,
Ready to be thrown.
Showing off for no one, the soul alone.
Tossing the stone up and down in his hand.
What does power feel like?
What is it to be man?
Smash! Boom! Bam!
Right through that window.
The one that reveals an empty garage filled with junk.
Satisfied and coming down from the adventure,
The young soul takes a stroll down to the meadow.
There is a bouquet of fresh-plucked wildflowers.
Destruction can be beautiful.
Whispers from the wind breeze through the air.
Clear and soft, soft enough to hear
A secret.
THE HILL
47285.pngWatching children ascend upon the hill.
A lonely one, left behind, observes as the others climb.
Many are reaching the top and soon looking around for another sweet soul,
Someone to tell them they are good and to further their sense of achievement.
Assuring they are wonderfully capable of accomplishing all feats as they embark upon this life.
The sun is shining bright upon their faces, and they are comfortable in its light,
Feeling the warmth of their success.
Golden milk from a mother’s breast
And a pat on the head from a proud papa.
Looking up at the hill, lost in their shadows, the last, the forgotten, is ready to start its climb.
At the bottom, it desires to feel the same as they.
Young hubris dancing at a party in which it seems it were not invited.
An ache it is, wanting to be on top with the rest,
The beautiful and glamorous ones who get to smile and wave to Mommy and Daddy.
Look at me! Look at what I can do!
So the lonely one decidedly takes its first step.
Digging its foot into the face of the hill,
Muscles and mind working on the goal: the climb.
And so it does.
Soon the lonely one is halfway up the hill and overlooking a cliff,
Scarcely holding onto a clump of grass; the thin roots somehow allow it to hold on.
At the bottom, it now sees water crashing into rocks.
It questions why they weren’t there before.
Looking back up, it wonders if the others saw the same,
And if this whole challenge is all just a part of some silly game.
Ahh, keep on going! Upward and onward! Don’t look down!
Failure isn’t an option for the lonely one
For ’tis faith that conquers fear and steers us from the ground.
And so it won’t stop climbing.
Up, up, up.
Brown, brown, brown dirt is falling down upon its eye.
A peek of blue then smacks the face, suddenly revealing the sky.
For the lonely one has reached the top.
And with a swivel of the head, it looks around to find some adoration from the others.
But there is none.
So instead of wallowing, the lonely one’s head kicks back to focus upon the glory.
The spirits then send praise that no one else can see.
Mere mortals search for skin.
The child’s head then lowers in shame,
Questioning while the others dance on by, laughing and enjoying their fruits.
Why had it been set apart?
THE HOUSE WITH A HOOP
47285.pngSouthern skin, headed up north—an abrupt shake.
Five strong against a full-court press, making a fast break.
Laughing and crying in a wood-paneled wagon.
‘80s fresh: big hair ’n’ Buster Browns; now that’s what I call fashion.
The trail blazed; mission accomplished.
‘N’ there it stood, ten feet tall, and wow, I was astonished.
Wondering, Now what could that be?
Instant—its