Monday, July 16, 2012

Poem for the Hard Times


An empty vessel
A clay pot
A canning jar
A sailing ship
A vein
All void of substance
A shell that holds
Nothing
But a ghostly mist
Of what could have been
And I
Like those empty vessels
Am drained
A desiccated husk
Empty 

5 comments:

elenajube said...

I'm sorry you're having one of those empty, dry times, Karen. So been there. Like, yesterday. :(

If it makes any difference, I think you're an authentic kind, lovable, brilliant, humble, talented, person. Full to the brim. Real. I love those things about you.

Hope you have a better day today.

L.T. Elliot said...

You're anything but empty, Karen. Like Elena said you're full to the brim of loveliness, kindness, and talent. Days like this--weeks, months, years--are soul sucking but not a sign that your soul sucks. You're incredible. You're not empty. And just so you know it, you've filled up parts of my life. Maybe you just need some "filling up" too. *hugs* I'm here for you.

Amber Argyle, author said...

This makes me sad. *hugs*

Karen Hoover said...

Thanks, y'all. Things are starting to look up, but I always write poetry when I'm at my worst. I write happy poetry too . . . just not as often. lol

[Retro-Z] said...

I share one of my poems... to you in the times where you need a lift up...

Lost It...
he said scream, so he screamed.
he said jump, so he jumped.
he said dance, so he danced.
he said lose control, so he lost it!

Jeremy [Retro]
Oh No, Let's Go... Crazy