Hello, emptiness, we meet again.
You and I, and nothing.
I stare blankly at you, without feeling, as it should be.
I wonder about I,
for you allow me the space and time.
I strive to be like you, emptiness- to hunger, to thirst,
until my senses strain to receive any minute stimulations;
and when it comes,
to appreciate them all the more.
You are a friend, emptiness, that I return to after the drunken parties,
the riotous laughter, the experiences all,
even after gaining knowledge, wealth, and fame…
it is just you and I again.
I raise my empty glass to you and salute,
for it is as it should be, when we are together, in such moments as these.
Yet, you are ever more elusive to find,
and the way is filled with such sorrow and pain.
Why am I drawn to you so?
If only I had someone to share you with,
I don’t think three would be a crowd;
and oh, if only a certain companion would join us,
I think I could bear you forever-
you, I, that someone, and… love…
Perhaps I would ask,
“Hello, would you like to spend some time with me and emptiness?
We can fill the empty seats together, if only temporarily,
spread our words through the empty air,
ponder that fourth companion if we dare,
and then give it all back to emptiness when we are through.
It will be a grand time.”
To which you would reply…
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on December 11, 2007
- Rewards: Gold: 300
- Final notes: Congrats to all
Contest Winners
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Hello emptiness,
yes, we meet again!by Anna Emkah 46 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 7 1:57 PM 2007. In Personal, Thoughts
Silver trophy winner
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When you open your mouth
to speak, to sing or to sigh,• Viewed by judge. [remove]
Bronze trophy winner
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My dear friend how long it has been Quiet a while since I stirred inside your soul• Commented on by judge.
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In the emptiness we could be together
We could be with each other all the timeby WingedDarkness 18 lines, on Nov 15 7:42 PM 2007• Viewed by judge. -
Hello, I'd love to share your emptiness if you'll share mine. I'll sit with you on those empty seats of which you speak.• Viewed by judge.
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We fail to fall into solidarity, though but a moment we were grantedby Theasp 25 lines, on Nov 6 11:29 AM 2007• Viewed by judge.
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this is so how i am feeling. i shall read the entries you receive so that perhaps i can find a way to fulfillment. good luck hosting this contest. viyanna rosemarie
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oh my darling brother....unfortunately I would not know what I would reply. This is deep and has put me into a state of pondering:
Hello, emptiness, we meet again.
You and I, and nothing.
I am pondering the difference between emptiness and loneliness...is there one? There must be....for I am not lonely-but empty I am , or I feel that way....drained, and robbed of every emotion that I think I ought to be feeling at this time. It is a looooooong story and has nothing to do with my immediate family [hubby and kids]they only play a secondary role in this and it is through them that I do not feel "lonely". But maybe "empty" is even worse.......and I was so full of all sorts of emotions a few months ago...a rollercoaster of them. It was "yes, I am sad" to "no, I am not sad" to "I am angry" to "I am not angry"<----maybe that is the one that came back and stayed though [the anger]and it leaves no room for anything else, therefore "empty" and anger is by means of games being played . I know I am speaking in riddles to you [but it makes sense to me]. It is almost 1am and sleep eludes ...so this is the first thing I read, and I thank you [not necessarily for writing this contest, but for in a round about way letting me vent]. It is cheaper than seeing a shrink
He declared me sane many years ago anyway and still does
Just see him bi-yearly for a wellness check up. So regardless of how screwed up this note sounds...you have the word of a pro " I am sane"
I hope you are well though....this sounds so ominous [the contest]. I will listen if you feel like talking,
much love
xoxoxo
reenie
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the fullness of a relationship like this playing between the strings of emptiness... they are always playing, and we merely dance across the floor, leaving telltale signs that we were here... then the song ends, and I beat you to the last musical chair...
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Wow.
If this is just for the contest, than I really need to read your other poems.
Good luck with this
Jeanette*~
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