Empty
Once I was empty
like an earthen vase,
tormented by echoes
from dying flowers...
then you arrived
with the thunder of June
burning me with ruby fire,
reminding me that I'm alive.
dribbled by Sherrie @ 6/13/2006 02:13:00 PM
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Once I was empty
like an earthen vase,
tormented by echoes
from dying flowers...
then you arrived
with the thunder of June
burning me with ruby fire,
reminding me that I'm alive.
4 Comments:
At 3:44 PM,
Pat Paulk said…
Love it!!
At 4:07 PM,
Bob said…
Beautiful piece... so good to see you writing again... reading your work again is like taking a first breath after waiting so long.
At 5:53 AM,
Um Naief said…
i love this poem especially these lines:
tormented by echoes
from dying flowers
so nice... so true... so beautiful.
At 11:20 AM,
Johnny Newt said…
Once I arrived
with the thunder of June
burning with ruby fire,
tormented by echoes from dying flowers...but believing that I was alive.
Looking deeper i could see that
like an earthen vase, all was empty. My torment was but illusion. My fire ,only ego feeding upon dreams and desires.
Beyond, beyond, far beyond, freedom.
Hey there again "little Miss Muff" hehehe. Glad to see your still at it, still posting those silly blogthing tests. your as cute as ever. just wanted to say Hi, hope you are healthy and joyful. Blessings
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