Hollow
Hollow is everything
Hollow is the snow
Hollow is white
A bell without a clapper
Rings hollow
I hear your voice
And it is hollow, too
A hollow man without a heart
I have heard of such a thing
A hollow story of echo
And it echoes back
A hollow sound
I find a shell on the beach
Pick it up
No one home
Hollow is a shell
A hollow shell
Left alone
Hollow is sand
Hollow is my home
January 1, 2019
10 comments:
This is one of your best Annell. I love the last line in particular. Reminds me of my ocean in January.
Empty but o so resonant -- like yearning ...
Aww, this is so loving --- as if you love him so much you will fill his heart in its empty places, even if you get nothing back. This is real love. <3
a hollow man... that is sad. but the hollow canyon - that I think would be beautiful to fill with echoes. Well penned
that 3rd stanza Annell - it's the pivot in this poem - and I love it! but then, this poem is so full - rich for the repetition and the clarity of images ... and it translates the emptiness and loss so well;
a most excellent poem. it truly is very captivating and beautiful.
I love the repetition of the word hollow, and its different echoes in the things you mention - bell, voice, person, shell.
I could see each hollow place in my mind as you depicted it.
I like the way hollow echoes through your poem, Annell, and the different kinds of hollow. I think most of have known a hollow man without a heart, but the hollow shell and hollow home sound lonely.
Oh this is incredibly evocative, Annell!
Oh, this hollowness aches to be fulfilled! I love how you evoked this universal emotion.
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