This is not a map
through the maze
or a blueprint
to what I build
it is a shell singing the movement
of what is possible
in emptiness
put it to your ear
listen
it is what this heart knows
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Aah, an ode to emptiness!
Beautiful, Susan.
Thanks, Johnny! Yes. Sometimes the quiet and the stillness is sheer bliss 😉
That touched a raw nerve for me (in a good way) – thank you Susan.
Thanks, Jules. Glad it did that for you!
in emptiness
can anyone
hear the heart’s song?
Yes. Sometimes the heart is beautifully empty with echoes. It is part of that balance where before it was overly full.
Susan, I really need a map right now. And all you hand me is this shell (joking)? 😉 Very nice. Alice
Damned poets 😉
Damn them poets. 😉
So I took this to mean that either the poem is the shell, or your poetic life is, as you build another one. I don’t know where my mind went on this one, but I liked it and that’s what matters to me. Rock on, Daniels.
Thanks, Trent. If it took your mind somewhere, other than down a dizzying nautilus, or maybe even there too, it worled 😉
Actually, it has a rather mundane meaning for the writer of it, but as I don’t own it anymore, I’ll keep my lips zipped.
Did you not write it, Susan?
Yes, I did. My ex has been reading my blog, heh. Looking for a way to get a read on my feelings toward him, I guess.
I’m supposing you’re serious there, Susan. Hope it’s not an entirely odd situation… though it doesn’t sound real normal.
LOL, if it were normal, he would not be an ex. I am finding his behavior a little unusual, rather amusing, and a little… Disturbing. Makes for some fun poetry, though.
Yikes. Stay well, Susan. And keep poetizing.
Oh yes, I like this a lot. It’s so crafty. You tell us exactly what it is and what it isn’t. But then we aren’t presented with it at all. Very much a meditation on emptiness and meaninglessness. The question is what’s the point? And the answer is in there too.
I don’t often like the songs I hear from my heart during those empty moments…but if they could inspire writings like yours, i’d consider altering my point of view. more wistful than sad, and lovely
Thanks, Rhonda. Those empty moments are nothing any of us want to experience, but they do allow us to appreciate the full times, no?