EMPTY SPACES
yesterday we pondered
questions turned over
rocks found no
answers
what fairy tale do you prefer
or can you accept what is
without explanation
the empty
sack
found in the desert
an empty coffin
so tiny it could fit in your hand
all that
remained was a soft baby
blanket
the color
blue
missing spaces within
spaces
what is in between
unseen but
known you say
by the time
we understand what has happened
and what we
experienced it is rarely what
actually occurred it happened
yesterday
still it takes even longer
to understand the
meaning
set a new
course
clean the
hearth
sweep up the
ashes
wash the dishes
we have
decided
the answers can’t be found we look to the stars
they twinkle back
is it a code without words or
only glittering feelings
left in a
sack
found in the desert
an empty coffin
what is in
between
empty
spaces
unseen but known
September 5, 2017
15 comments:
There is a story behind the empty sack and the baby blanket. Likely a sad one. I know you contemplate spaces all the time, being an artist, the spaces between the paint having their own purpose in the entirety of the work.
There is a lot of mystery here to contemplate...empty spaces--or the silence between the smiles.
I found that you had the questions ... the answers with a coffin and a baby blanket cannot be happy ones.
Chinmouko...the Japanese of sound between the notes, silent sound between the spaces. This is so silently beautiful Annell. The empty coffin, the glittering stars...all of it.
The empty spaces is a mystery to me as well. However, question the empty spaces does ponder the next question after question while in the end the answer may not be a happy one.
This is beautifully evocative..!
Lyrical mystery!
Those questions with no answers linger on and on ~ The empty sack and coffin conjures chilling images of death ~
Such a vivid write
How haunting, those images of the empty sack, the baby blanket and the spaces. Spaces in time, between memories, images and words, between cleaning the hearth, sweeping up the ashes and washing the dishes. For me, that's when I can't stop thoughts from invading.
Space, the final frontier. How this write brilliantly lends substance and meaning to that apparent void. And to insert an empty coffin deepens the mystery.
I love the graphics of the poem echoing the spaces between the questions and whatever answers are found. The rule of thumb is not to use graphics in poems unless they have an excellent reason for being there. Here, they work so, so well.
I liked the idea underlying the second stanza with the choice of some fairy tale or going without any explanation at all.
Tiny coffins and empty sacks...space in the blue...here and gone...what is reality? Where do we find answers? In poetry perhaps?
this was very sad and reminded me of childlessness...which can be very painful and empty...I was fortunate that eventually my twin girls came along, after many years, much despair and much loss. Love to you. XX
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