Today is empty, flown. I used to collect cicada skins, nymphal exoskeleton split down the back, allowing exit of a winged adult. That is what today is–the shape of a day, but hollow, light, and what was living gone from it. Not a corpse exactly, but absent anything live.
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Thanks, Jen.
wow. just wow, Susan
Thank you, Stacy.
I checked “liked” but this poem overflows with and is full of emptiness and this disturbs me – please tell me I am readeng it wrongly! ;-(
Perhaps, works has kept me away from poetry for too long and I am now losing the hang of things!
Hi Noel! Hmmm. This one arises from the feeling one wakes with the morning after venting a lot of emotion. Sad, yes. A little disturbing, yes. But there is a lightness to it, too. These small stones are an attempt to catch one feeling, one image, and put it on paper.
Susan, let me agree with you in cowardice as one of the characters in Chinua Achebe’s “things fall apart” would say!
I feel so empty!