Feeling wistful, said the empty spaces.
And light and leaf shadow sat still and they waited.
I know you want me, but I just can't reach you, so I'm
Feeling wistful, said the light on the walkway.
I am invisible, I said with little breath.
And I'm feeling silent and forlorn, lonely and
Wistful for my burden to be borne.
I could succumb to this restful, this peaceful,
Sedate and serene anticipation... but this will
Never happen while I am waiting. Never can it happen that I
Will step into the light that falls so brashly and so softly.
So I'm feeling wistful, waiting, Feeling wistful, waiting.
Feeling wistful, said the empty spaces.
And I and my shadow comprise these empty spaces.
Friday, June 3, 2011
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Intresting POV, the empty spaces.
ReplyDeleteAbigail,
ReplyDeleteIt is sometimes difficult to fill those empty spaces.
But we must keep trying.....
Nice words from this poem.
Eileen
I like how you took a different path with this.
ReplyDeleteEmpty spaces leaves quite an impact~
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