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Poem: “Empty”

Empty

You eat from my table,
And leave me nothing.
Then you lay upon my form
This weighty cauldron,
Dank and empty.
It presses mightily,
Withholding air that gives rhyme and reason to life
Destroying my frame.
I show you the door
But you raise your brow and smirk
Then folding your arms, you lean against my wall.
‘Bless you!’ I force, shaking my head.
Had you never crept onto this earth
I never would have cared to leave this place
To seek that orchard where the soil is rich,
Where sumptuous fruit burdens great branches
Bending them low with their weight
And much fruit lays rotting for sheer abundance.
Knowledge of the Divine
I will have it!
I leave for new territories
Save your words!
Now see the flint in my eye
Not even death can stop me!
(You must know that though
The Sun may beat me
Or the sands may swallow me,
Death is only
The first flutter
Of newly gotten flight-
I fear no such flight)
This walk is worthwhile.
This walk is worthwhile.

Michele Marie


Michele Marie is a poet and creative writer from Illinois.
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  • Guy McClung

    Is Jesus the one who “crept”? Enjoyed it. There is some fruit after this life.

  • Michele Marie

    Hey Guy, actually, EVIL has ‘crept’ into this world! Which makes the person in this poem want to find higher things. If the person stays in that place, they will stagnate. “He who looks back does not go forward” We must press on to find the Divine and never rest on our laurels!!! Thanks for your comment Guy