Monday, October 17, 2011

Missing



Your absence
is a very real taste
on the back of my tongue,
a heaviness
stooping my shoulders,
pressing on my solar plexus.

Filling my lungs
is such hard work.

My chest echoes,
empty.

This is in response to the prompt: longing, loss, losing and failure at Gooseberry Garden, although I was a too late to link it to their site.

11 comments:

  1. Heavy piece here today
    Great job using the prompt and having your say

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  2. A perfect description of longing, loss, and losing.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  3. Pat - thanks, yes a little contrast from my last one.

    Kay - Thank you, glad you stopped.

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  4. Arnab - Thank you very much. By the way, this was prompted by a story I read about in the news, not a personal loss.

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  5. nice final line...the empty echo carries much weight...

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  6. Brian - Thank you. I'm amazed and impressed by the number of blogs you get to. I appreciate it, and I'm sure everyone else does too.

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