Nothings remains
empty
for long …
not even red crates in deserted alleyways
on familiar spaces
The gaps inside
echo
with past objects, leaving trails behind -
memories lost -
along the byways of the forgetting
If you should come upon this carriage
of history
be gentle with me
and overflow the space with
new thoughts
Together, we’ll fill the emptiness
with words,
and fill the alleyways
with ideas.
The poem podcast is here: http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/418723
I also tried something a little different. I turned on a voice recorder and talked as I wrote the poem. I was trying to capture the creative process as the poem unfolded. It’s a bit long for the casual listener but it was valuable for me, the writer. http://www.box.com/s/c8da583810c58b36b0bd
[...] == "undefined"){ addthis_share = [];}This morning, as I got ready to be inspired to write poetry at Bud Hunt’s blog, I decided to do something a little different. I turned on Audacity and “talked [...]
I threw the red crate out,
Wanting to forget memories
That had passed me.
These memories were of
Old things
That now are dying in my heart.
I emptied the red crate,
For I also emptied my heart,
From everything old and dull.
Rain dropped over the crate,
Also rain rained over my heart,
Over all the old memories.
The sun did not shine,
And my heart did not glow.
The crate lay empty there,
Unmovable…
how strange
as just today
you were in my room
looking just like this
I thought and thought about what to do with you
so much need to fill up something
yet nothing would quite fit
and I was sad to leave you empty
maybe tomorrow we will find a use for you
New Post: #NPM2012: Prompt 7: photo: mugley Empty. # http://t.co/Y2y75t88 by @budtheteacher
#NPM2012: Prompt 7:
photo:
mugley
Empty. # # #
http://t.co/7QaIIpSR
Red Crate, Abandoned
Nothings remains
empty
for long …
not even red crates in deserted alleyways
on familiar spaces
The gaps inside
echo
with past objects, leaving trails behind -
memories lost -
along the byways of the forgetting
If you should come upon this carriage
of history
be gentle with me
and overflow the space with
new thoughts
Together, we’ll fill the emptiness
with words,
and fill the alleyways
with ideas.
The poem podcast is here: http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/418723
I also tried something a little different. I turned on a voice recorder and talked as I wrote the poem. I was trying to capture the creative process as the poem unfolded. It’s a bit long for the casual listener but it was valuable for me, the writer.
http://www.box.com/s/c8da583810c58b36b0bd
- Kevin
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I liked your poem and earlier story.
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[...] == "undefined"){ addthis_share = [];}This morning, as I got ready to be inspired to write poetry at Bud Hunt’s blog, I decided to do something a little different. I turned on Audacity and “talked [...]
#NPM2012: Prompt 7 #academics http://t.co/3WbBbuKE
Oooo. Intriguing visual. Brain already churning. RT @budtheteacher: New blog post: #NPM2012: Prompt 7 http://t.co/1xDTLWpT”
Empty?
I intended to write a poem about how nothing is truly empty, and ended up with a poem about how everything IS empty. Odd…
Empty
The moment between words,
Between breaths,
Between heartbeats
The space between worlds,
Between stars,
Between galaxies
The nothingness between a
Tightly clustered nucleus
And the electrons endlessly
Swirling.
Solidness
Matter
Is only illusion
http://www.mariaselke.com/2012/04/empty-poem-7.html
I threw the red crate out,
Wanting to forget memories
That had passed me.
These memories were of
Old things
That now are dying in my heart.
I emptied the red crate,
For I also emptied my heart,
From everything old and dull.
Rain dropped over the crate,
Also rain rained over my heart,
Over all the old memories.
The sun did not shine,
And my heart did not glow.
The crate lay empty there,
Unmovable…
@mselke01 Enjoyed your poem over at @budtheteacher today http://t.co/52S24L6G Hope others will join in, too.
[...] #NPM2012: Prompt 7 [...]
Pops and crackles,
Dust on Vinyl disks,
Stored upright in their crates.
In treasured sleeves.
Now gone.
Recycled? Or perhaps, rePlayed?
But in my mind, still fresh.
Awakened,
after Google, and a download.
Now, on .mp3, or .m4a
The Music Lingers On.
Andrew Forgrave´s last [type] ..#NPM2012 Day07: The Music Lingers On
how strange
as just today
you were in my room
looking just like this
I thought and thought about what to do with you
so much need to fill up something
yet nothing would quite fit
and I was sad to leave you empty
maybe tomorrow we will find a use for you
[...] This poem was inspired by this picture. [...]
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