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Thursday, November 19

EMPTINESS


So little,
Nothing really
I’ve got to give
No love, no hatred
I can offer
No nothing
Really
No points to discuss
No arguments to defend
No lies to pretend
Watering
Paper flowers
In this so ever
Dry garden
Two lizards
Going out
To sunbathe
In the fading
Autumn sun
A hundred times
Broken heart
Is not enough
The lightest piece
Of light
A bit of nothing
A slight
Open mind.
Another soul
Gone.
....................................................................................................................................................
© Dulce

24 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well done my friend. Emptiness is really a sad place to be.

Shadow said...

have i ever felt that emptiness. emotions flowing and scrabbling around, yet to offer a word, opinion, solution, comfort, ANYthing, no, not possible... for the mind is empty...

steveroni said...

Again, a thougthful, deeply-felt poem, and Sooo well done Dulce! Thank you.

And thank God the mind is sometimes empty. If it were not, I'd long ago had been crazily locked away....

Scenario:
Hey!!! How come there is a doorknob on the outside, but not the inside of my door? And why are these walls made of mattresses? And where did everyone go? And who took my clothing?

Am I again alone and lonely? Holy Shish Kebab (without skewers!)

So this is what "crazy" is all about?...--grinning!

Love and Peace, Dulce-Girl

Fireblossom said...

It's a really good poem. I especially like the "watering paper flowers." But poem schmoem. I hope that you are not realy feeling this way. :-(

Anonymous said...

I am loving the...
'No lies to pretend
Watering
Paper flowers'

Anonymous said...

Like SarahA I love
" no lies to pretend, watering paper flowers"
so creative Dulce.. I hate the feeling of feeling alone, I do like being alone when I so choose. A quote I like says
" Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world. ~ Edwin Markham

The Girl With The Mousy Hair said...

This really is very moving for me.
You capture that feeling when you have lost hope and can't be bothered to find it.

Angeles said...

So beauty and deep...your soul talking..
Kisses:)

Gregorio Martino said...

We all have emptiness from time to time. I loved the poem but I am trying to grasp the part about the lizards. I will give it some more thought.

LarryG said...

too soon - too soon
we say good bye too soon

Anonymous said...

Clearly stated. Just there, not contributing nor taking, flat.
I like reading you.

Secretia

Akelamalu said...

Such deep words. Very cleverly written.

I just wanted to say 'Thankyou' for the kind birthday wishes you left for me too :)

Jessie said...

beautiful
touching
truthful
sad

smiles

Liam said...

My mind is all over the place today. I'm finding it really hard to read poetry.

The way I feel today it's like reading a dictionary. I'll be back tomorrow.

Ekanthapadhikan said...

So well sung on emptiness. Oh! Emptiness had been my home for some time now!

Sylvia said...

Always believe that there is a future, that the future will bring brightness and love. It will. Emptiness kills. Never allow it.

Calli said...

I'm with those above that said, very well done! We all seem to gravitate to the lines: "No lies to pretend
Watering
Paper flowers"...very nice!

Hugs, hugs!

steveroni said...

Dulce, I pray that your emptiness has filled by now, or at least will be by morning in the Gran Canaria....

Love you, and PEACE for you,too!

Ileana said...

Watering paper flowers...I love that part. ¡Eres una maravilla!

Ardi K said...

emptiness
but inspired
beauty

Nessa said...

Very sad.

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heavealie said...

emptiness was described in a way which filled the beauty of the poem upto the brim.yeah being alone is really like a soulless body.well written poem and the emotions were well described.keep writing!!

island of peace said...

loved this one. its beautiful.

island of peace said...

this is trisha of course, suryakana.blogspot.com