of everything, almost nothing would remain
inside the chest, but solitude
if, this life, really
taking the color and poetry from me.
in hollow, boredom would come
a big pain of old age
of other lives - for the eternity-,
to heart, to accompany.
such an organ amputated in anguish
of absence, a ship without sea,
would not have to continue.
the blood, flows in slow pulse,
in death, continues a feeling,
would go out to never return...
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
A contest entry
- ~ she paused, squinting at the sky ~ by Heart Sutra.
2200 points, ended January 5, 2008, 14 entries
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Yes, what would life be without poetry... definately hollow. I think those of us who were blessed with the gift of poetry can so relate to this poem... as always, we write towards the light. A lovely poem - thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Sweet solitude must come in intervals in most of our lives but when it arrives it is an encounter worth placing in our treasure chests. I am not sure where or who I would be without poetry. Your words ring very close to my heart. An excellent entry that spins and whirs in my spirit. Thank you for this submission and the best to you in this contest.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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Yes, the hollow feeling is sometimes decidely full in presence...it seems to make up for in brevity what is missing in form. Thank you for sharing your poem with the contest.
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What scinitlating imagery
You can definitely feel the muscle tension from squinting to the sun in this... well played
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