Empty

Interesting . . .

great work...cheers!!

10

Excellent a 10

I like the final word Conceive because it gives empasis on the first two verses of the poem, which is relunctant hope. The hurt is like a scar that still itches throughout this poem, but that final word, then a reread shows this hope has real promise.

Here's a well deserved 10...great!

Interesting, that emptiness isn't love after all, and I have to conceive myself to have something to give. The last word in each stanza was like a shout saying hey, read this again and listen this time. Liked it.

a TEN star worthy poem!

Rereading your poem. Thanks for the touch of hope.

Your poems speak with only anguish. Is there another side of you, or is this wound still open?

Thank you all for your comments and your insight. This is a poem of hope and of letting go of one's anguish, of embracing one's freedom and creativity regardless of public opinion and expectations. Hopefully I have been able to convey the intended message.

Dear Bill, sometimes I wonder if there is another side to me too. My muse, it seems, does have quite a penchant for anguish but she is also the only healer of wounds that I have or am willing to indulge in. Or perhaps when I am happy I am too busy basking in my happiness to acknowledge her.

Anguish can be a name for the experience of enlarging awareness. It hurts when we stretch our muscles, too.

This poem I opened and then had to wait several hours to read. I came back from an email about a meeting of searching friends, and then the poem was ready to speak to me. And it tells a wonderful series of insights, true to my own experience but lived, Maria, in your way.

And there is great hope in this, as I see it, since our true "self" is just the capacity to give attention. What should it be but "empty"? -- if it is to fill the mind with appreciation and understanding of the world, and open the way to new creations?

As a man I don't know the empty-ness of the womb, but the emptiness of the self I have encountered, and am, I hope, circling round it, ever closer, until in emptiness I can be "complete" and so find my own endless "conceive."

Thank you for such a fine and true description.

"A truly giving heart's an empty one" -- wonderful line. This poem is replete with truth.

I reread this and I'm impressed how you layered emotion on emotion without being redundant. However, I question the word content at the end of the second line. Content tends to mean feeling calm or at peace and there is nothing except the last two words of this poem that suggests this state of mind possibility.

If you have time, please read my poem 'Tapestry'. It is one of my better efforts.