and it's empty
colorless
from my view
I write
and it's empty
words mean nothing
they only
f
i
l
l
the page
I live
and it's empty
words mean nothing
all is colorless
from my view
Will Death fill the empty?
or will I realize
that
painting
writing
living
was, oh, so much more
than a dream could be?
Turkey Buzzard
14 comments:
The sense of emptiness when everything seems to have no meaning....hopefully it will pass.
I guess life can only be lived to the best of any individual's ability and self-expression, whatever form it takes, is an essential part of that.
so thought provoking...but i refuse to believe this is not a life well lived. even in its ordinary moments, that it is extraordinary!!!!
What was it that James Taylor sang in that song - 'every now and then the things I used to lean on lose their meaning' I always think of that song when I feel like that. Your words capture that emptiness perfectly.
Lynne x
I think we need to fill life with what with we can... if it's a little grey, maybe it will look different when the sun is up...
Oh there are those moments every now and again, that filter in, but truly it's washed away by each new morn and the amazing sound of a dog barking, and nature waking, and yes the dishwater roaring how pleasant it feels to be washing away all the dirt! Can you tell I'm in one of those strange moods?! I refuse to let things get me down. Hehehe...says I who so often forgets to follow my own words.
Where I am right now. It feels empty but I keep telling myself it isn't and hope to wait it out.
Sounds like depression to me! Paradoxically, people can sometimes paint and write their way out of it.
Life can be colorless at odd times. But if only one can live the good dreams it will certainly compensate and make living livelier!
Hank
We have turkey buzzards here, too. I have mistaken them, at a distance, for wild turkey's; which we have here, also.
Nicely done, Gail. :-)
Serious . . . provoking . . .
I do believe if we were staring death in the face we would find that all of those task that seemed so meaningless suddenly seem like a gift!
Very poignant this morning. We must live each day to the fullest.
Think on what is good and noble and remember each day of life is a "gift." Hugs
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