I have written this poem in 2003:
Nebel
Seidner Himmel, graue Botschaft,
rauhgefärbter Maienschlag.
Schreiet lautlos! Werdet habhaft!
Träumt den neuen roten Tag!
Gasometer und Zephire
und der weiten Musen Schar.
Hüllt die Asche und die Tiere
ein in Setobs blaues Haar.
Tauft die Länge und den Morgen
mit der Schlachten gelbem Rat.
Seiet wachsam, bleibt verborgen
wenn von Süden Einfalt naht!
Hubert Schölnast, 2003
I have written this poem with the declared aim to create a poem without any meaning. It just should contain the word Gasometer (because I lived in a Gasometer when I wrote this poem). It also should rhyme nicely and should have a nice rhythm.
But in the 16 years since I've written this poem, I got lots of different reactions of people who told me what they found in this poem, and everyone interpreted it in a very different way.
So, the meaning of a text arises in the readers mind. If the author writes a nonsense text, most readers still will find a meaning.