I am an empty cup,
a shallow bowl,
a deep hollow in an ancient rock.
I am an unused envelope,
a blank page,
a primed canvas.
I am a rain barrel,
a vacant house.
a cavernous sea cave when the tide is out.
I am the space created by nothing,
I am expectation,
I am waiting to be filled.
a shallow bowl,
a deep hollow in an ancient rock.
I am an unused envelope,
a blank page,
a primed canvas.
I am a rain barrel,
a vacant house.
a cavernous sea cave when the tide is out.
I am the space created by nothing,
I am expectation,
I am waiting to be filled.
6 comments:
Your blog is awesome!
No,
Really:)
Thanks Kuma ;-)
This I like!
You filled up my head nicely with your eloquent thoughts.
Thanks.
Bring Back Pluto
Thanks Bring Back Pluto - I'm glad you liked it! :-)
Finally, finally, FINALLY I get a chance to come and look at your website!
This poem is gorgeous. I love the line "a cavernous sea cave when the tide is out". I instantly could hear the roar of the ocean, the roar of 'potential' as I read that line. Lovely imagery x
Hi Leah, I am so glad you visited!
Thank you for 'hearing the roar of the ocean' in my words. . . and for leaving a comment to tell me you could. :-)
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