An Empty Plate Poem by Julia Robinson

An Empty Plate

Rating: 4.8


Unable to stop the whirlings of the innards
reacting to this,
commenting about that,
overflowing with memories of past joys,
chewing on future fears,
comparing.
Unable to stop, to be.
The here and now disappearing
into volcanic expressions of nothingness.
Without warning,
as if in a flash -
an empty plate staring its epitaph:
Not Tasted, But Consumed.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a poem from a little book called Paros Poems. You know sometimes I find myself cooking for a long time only to scoff what I've lovingly made without remembering that I am even eating...sometimes I do the same in life...slow down miss! slow down! Get empty, allow life to pour in again. It's so easy once I've got through the difficulty.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 03 June 2013

expressions of nothingness, good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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