emptied
the words have slipped out
the thoughts have scattered
all that remains
is breath and prayer
and memory
the deep spark
that has no name
disappeared
where have you gone I cry
but how can I recall
what is not
you are the space between the stars
the shadows gathered in the woods
when the moon reflects only on limbs
and trunks of sycamore and birch
you are the emptiness between the rib bones
bright white and striated
let me feel your breath
against my sullen cheek
fill my mouth
with your stony words
emptied and emptying
like the waves upon the shore
Pamela Olson, 2/28/2012
For One Single Impression’s
prompt, “muse”
Nice one…I specially like these lines:
stony words
emptied and emptying
like the waves upon the shore
Buttering that Muse up, Huh? Sounds like lover talk to me!
A nice write. I like your style and flowing words. Your muse was right there with you when you wrote this.
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Image piled upon image here! And my favorite is: “you are the space between the stars.” Lovely, simply lovely.
Journey with My Muse
Those empty spaces are what drive us crazy. Good poem.
Sounds like you two have a better relationship than most muse-poet pairings. Where’s the screaming matches, the long bitter periods of not-talking?
I like the mystic imagery and feel to your poem! Nice description of the muse.
Best, M.