Poetry either strikes at the first glance, or not at all.-
J.M Coetzee
Friday, July 15, 2011
We Talk
We talk to fill
an abyss:
an expansive desert,
a bottomless ocean
of emptiness
with overflowing emptiness.
It occupies infinite space
yet overflows when filled.
What an insatiable emptiness!
Oh I so know what you mean. I notice how some people seem to have to make a lot of noise in order to know they're alive. Makes me appreciate silence:) Good poem.
I've known people like that, those who talk to fill emptiness....yet only encounter MORE emptiness as they speak.
ReplyDeleteStark words that beautifully express the infinity of emptiness. Great read!
ReplyDeleteSo much truth in such a small bit of verse. Perfect approach to your topic.
ReplyDeletegood write.
ReplyDeleteVery true. :)
ReplyDeleteOh I so know what you mean. I notice how some people seem to have to make a lot of noise in order to know they're alive. Makes me appreciate silence:) Good poem.
ReplyDeletesense making,
ReplyDeletewell done.
Very true indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Loved the emptinesses!
ReplyDeleteLoved it !
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