Poem -
Emptiness
Horror was mortified to find
Silence had stunned their subject into a muted husk
Whilst Silence was ashamed to be seen at all
Hope tried to prevailÂ
To shed some light towards the wreckage dredged, and left for deadÂ
And although Death dismissed this waning life
Time seemed to long for nothing,
but to cease existence
Yet still the presence of the Now persisted
Even though None knew how to BE AnymoreÂ
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Wonderful poem
Just love it
deep and dark love it
Thanks Greg for your fab feedback, for the like and pin my friend. Hope all is well x
My Dear Gwendoline,
A brilliant esoteric poem written in centuries old script, leaving the reader to conjecture, my take it describing a violent shipwreck where all perish.
Love,
Larry xxx
Wow thanks Larry for your fabulous feedback on this piece. Loved reading your insightful wordsÂ
Gwen xÂ
Although strictly speaking not a definition of emptiness, I know however, that was never your objective ... Had it been, I am sure you would have achieved it ...
Nevertheless, in its entirety, this is something so much better than any mere definition ..
For these are your words, each strung and collectively, wrapped as they are within a wondrous poem ..
and whilst seemingly profound and recherché even .. it is here upon this page whereupon an answer most surely but covertly lays .................... x
Sorry Neville it stuck my reply as a separate comment :/ not sure why but itâs below this one xÂ
Hi Neville sorry for the abstract nature of this piece. I probably went too far down the rabbit hole with this one. But it is talking about a person who is alive but not really existing. They feel devoid of emotions. To the point that death doesnât scare them. They know they should feel things but nothing rises to the surface. So they feel like a husk just breathing in life but devoid of anything. Itâs that kind of emptiness I was pressing on the reader. I did it from the perceptive of the emotions themselves, attempting to be recognised. The only one having any effect is silence, who is the companion to emptiness. When in this state of mind we fight in ourselves to feel, but it is as if our emotions have just forgotten how to be, how to function and be recognised. Sorry again for the confusionÂ
Thanks for commenting and the like my friend. Always a pleasure to have you visit and leave your words
Gwen  xÂ
when something .. or anything for that matter is as good as this .. there is no need to apologise ............... I got'cha first time round .. and in turn now feel obliged to apologise for the mega abstracticity of my original review note ................................................................... x
All good Neville đpoetry can be read differently so often. It is what makes it interesting when we get feedback. Thanks for yours my friend x
Brilliant write Gwen...felt every word love...amazing Xxx
Thanks lovely đđ
watching novaÂ
last nightÂ
talking aboutÂ
the planetsÂ
they were talkingÂ
about the planetÂ
neptune and how
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Greg I am so sorry, I did not see this and wasnât notified. Have you a link for Nova ? I tried to find it but have only found a site wanting me to pay a subscription? Did you have to pay to watch ?Â
hi i have directvÂ
and have PBSÂ
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Okay I will check and see. Fingers crossed I can find itÂ
My god you are on a roll with your poems girl. Go Gwen! Xx
Thanks Tina, yeah I spat a lot out recently lol...thanks so much for taking the time to look back xxÂ