standing in a corridor
just too many feet
ebb flows with humanity
no elemental beat
cross contamination
no notes neatly on a scale
standing in obscurity
life colourless and pale
shadows move around me
where do they all go
dissonant, yes empty
I stand before all woe
Prompt from Reen’a Exploration
The façade has an appeal to the onlooker
It draws one in to experience more
It appears to offer shelter
Hope seems just a little further
Look closer for the truth
Your eyes have been deceived
No substance -it is empty
The facade is a shell
Nothing to offer – nothing at all
Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month. Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.
As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.
Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…
color confusion
birds continue their routine
out of steam
Today’s Daily Post prompt is Empty. The people in line for a balloon ride at Innovations in Flight were disappointed as the Smithsonian’s balloon was emptied of hot air.
The words sung in a song
conveying 3 minutes of trite
something like
“you looked in my eyes
now its all gone wrong”
*
Wish washy
touch of your hand
electricity is spent
replaced with a sign says “vacant”
over your heart
*
words you once said
attached to a laughter
we were writing love’s chapter
pages are dispersed
and driven over
during the evening rush hour
*
yes,it all meant something once
the roses, the wine, romance
the moonlight dance
where we promised…
that was before
it all froze in the snow
Hard to pass up this prompt for the Carpe Diem Haiku Family is Empty Beach.
next to my footprint
the empty shell of a hermit crab –
Ah! what a sadness
(c) Chèvrefeuille (2012)
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Devoid of feeling
punished by old dreams
carried on a wave
~L. Moon
Thanks to Kristjaan at Carpe Diem for another installation (part 2) of 3 part Vision Quest challenge where we have 24 hours to respond by writing a haiku. Today’s prompt “Empty Shell.”
Artwork: “Tearing Eye” is a pencil drawing layered on top of a photograph of a wave.
Image © Moondust designs
There is a place called “nothing”
devoid of space and time
I guarantee it’s real
Represents a frame of mind
***
“Nothing” you might say is empty
Some might say it’s flat
A question merely lingers
“Nothing”- where is that?
***
Could nothing be a place
A place where you are not
People point and gawk
For some – it is their lot
***
Many say its fiction
Others say it’s fact
Sadly, I have lived there
Never wanting to go back
***
I pulled this poem from my 2010 archives. I tried in the style of Dr. Seuss to use simple rhyme and rhythm to make astute and silly observation.
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“It was at that age
that poetry came in search of me.”
― Pablo Neruda,
Neologism
A newly coined word. Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky” is filled with them, including “slithy” and “gimble.”
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Its empty
where I lay my head
cold vacancy
left in our bed
where you once laid
an empty space
where there was love
there is no trace
**
memories tears
leave my cheeks wet
your fingers in my hair
I cannot forget
the warmth of you
never to return
all my love letters
you left to burn
**
It’s empty
where I lay my head
cold vacancy
left in our bed
where you once laid
an empty space
where there was love
there is no trace
**
what little remains
in what you’d written
can no longer warm me
of that I am certain
there’s no heat from us
that I can retain
sadness in these sheets
chills like empty rain
**
It’s empty
where I lay my head
cold vacancy
left in our bed
where you once laid
an empty space
where there was love
there is no trace
The stockings are hung…
My heart
left empty
no hope of a gift
love posted a vacancy
perhaps…
if I flung
myself
into the fire
flames would purify
the consuming ache
…alas
no jolly Santa
with a sack on his back
can bring what will satisfy
this Christmas
Ce que fera je fais…
Si je ne vous voit jamais encore?
The question was what…
what would I
what will I do
when you leave
you leave and
never
return?
Life giving oxygen leaves
in quick blasts
at the very thought
thought
you gone
my world
vacant
*
An empty bed
empty hand
empty heart
empty…
*
The first breath comes
second in succession
painfully
filling the empty spaces
A painless moment
accompanied by another
gasping for another breath
hoping for another breath
pleading for refuge from the pain
death of my heart
replaced with life
life is happening
life will happen
Je Vivrais
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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