Empty
Void
Hollow
Obscene
Obscure
Open
It seems to me
This thing I see
Is not real or tangible
But if I dare to take a look
It could become quite manageable
To have or naught
To speak for wrought
Of this thing that I'm not sure of
Could be for me a thing of might
Of that I could be right
1995
Exactly so.?
Devon Brock
Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:05
I like this poem, Lisa. I take it the first six "lines" are descriptors for your poems that you are reviewing. And in reading them again, you found dem power in dem words. I like the self-discovery of this.
D
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Mae Foreman
Sun 21st Jul 2019 21:51
I agree with Devon! It's like watching a birth or opening one's eyes slowly or a butterwfly out of a cocoon! Love it! ?
Mae