Empty Lines Poem by Michael Egan

Empty Lines



I fear with you my poetry has gone
For you and you alone filled up my line
A singer cannot sing without a song
And what's an empty carafe without wine?

An oratory sans the spoken word
A nest grown cold abandoned by its dove,
Flight without air, a wingless bird,
A loving heart that's beatless without love

A painting void of color, mind without thought,
A landscape bleaker than Alaskan snow
A hit unhit, a catch uncaught
A lovely rose unbidden where to go

A desert parched beneath a breathless sun
A leafless tree, a barren womb,
And where we two once lay there now lies one
And wordless poetry and lifeless doom

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lola the lonely 11 March 2012

good one sir keep doing

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