By Michael Seese
I've been working on this one, on and off, for a while. But in recent days I left like finishing it. So below is:
Hollow
Like the letter O,
a mouth saying "no."
Sometimes I feel so...
I don't know...
Hollow.
Like a Cheerio,
Or a braggart's crow,
A passionless throe.
Cold winds blow.
Hollow.
Like a doughnut hole,
Or an empty bowl.
Life extorts its toll.
Soul by soul.
Hollow.
I'm lost. I don't know
Where does the joy go?
Does emptiness show?
Fading glow.
Hollow.
a mouth saying "no."
Sometimes I feel so...
I don't know...
Hollow.
Like a Cheerio,
Or a braggart's crow,
A passionless throe.
Cold winds blow.
Hollow.
Like a doughnut hole,
Or an empty bowl.
Life extorts its toll.
Soul by soul.
Hollow.
I'm lost. I don't know
Where does the joy go?
Does emptiness show?
Fading glow.
Hollow.
Believe it or not, I wasn't depressed when I wrote it. Remember, the idea behind "poetree" is to start with an image, and build the poem from there. When you have a hollow tree, and choose a title like "Hollow," the words largely lead the way.
What do you think of "Hollow?" Feel free to share your thoughts.
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