Loss & Emptiness Are Not the Same Thing
The empty soup bowl. A treeless knoll.
Empty pockets. A hangerless closet.
Empty folds of deep sofa. The spool
without thread. A treadless tire. A cloudless
sky. A dry lake. Empty nests.
A faceless moon. An empty hand.
A handleless rake. Nights with-
out rest. A songless voice.
Not moist sand. Not strong enough.
A body that no longer spoons.
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Beautiful, Melva! Haunting.
Thanks, Kevin.
Wow !!!
I couldn’t breathe.
Stunning.
Thanks, Coleman.
What a list!
List poems can be fun to write!
Truly held my breath til the ending.
Heartbreaking ending:
A body that no longer spoons.
Thanks, Pam.
Love this. Gives a wonderful spin to a “list” poem.
Wow! that ending!
Thanks, Pat. Nice speaking with you today. And looking forward to our reading/conversation Wednesday in Louisville!
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Ah.