this void
has grown
sown by loss,
disappointment
nurtured with regret
how do i give
when there is nothing left
how do i create
when all i feel is
hollow
Author notes
not really a poem...just reflecting...reads like something i'd have written half a lifetime ago...
Comments
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It has been ages since I had the pleasure to read one of your poems, even if you deny it is as much. You can't convince me that with your artistry it is any accident that there is a literal void in between the words:
"this void
has grown"
Or that the seminal final word "hollow" follows a literal "hollow." Merely because words echo our thoughts at a particular moment does not mean they still are not poetry, and that is what this is. Simplicity and elegance are their own skills. This reflects careful emotional expression within positional word choices, and is every bit a reflection of your great talent as your other poems.
Great to see them back here, in fact.
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it does get that way sometimes ... dejavu ... i like how you have set this on the page with all those hollow bits ... this could well develop into a poem - i hope you do so ...
i would love to see
how do i create
when all i feel
is hollow
(you could do similar with 'how do i give/when there is nothing' perhaps you dont even need left ....) ?
a few immediate impressions that come to mind (please jettison if it gets in your way) ... and i do hope you are well ... that things get better for you .... >>> Gina
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