My Poetry

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

 

◄ Death

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Lisa C Bassignani

Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:31

Exactly so.😉

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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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