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Stevie Taite

Rookie (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Empty


My breath catches
in the ripples
of finality
at the surface of his beer

I nurse my long held plans,
as again I feel them die.
Wiping cold tears
as they fall down the side.

But I feel too empty to cry
My tears,
rung dry.

On a table near by,
laughter springs
from the belly of a baby.

My sad smile dances,
for comfort
in the arms
of the infants' chuckle.

It echoes its way
through my aching heart
and tugs, with two hands, at a vacant womb,
then buries itself in a wish...

That before all is lost,
I'll feel whole.
and will hold
a better moment
than this.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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  • Rookie Paul Brookes (5/31/2013 1:49:00 AM)

    Very evocative. Sadness oozes from the page to drop as tears in the readers thoughts Great poem Thanks for sharing. BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 85 Points Payal Parande (5/26/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    you always have way with your words you tends to bend them yet they sound more than beautiful....a quite lovely yet sad poem...perfect ma'am.....bravo (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alla Simone (5/25/2013 6:12:00 PM)

    This is beautiful. And this is why I love your writing. Every line is hand crafted and evokes intense emotion. Thank you for sharing. I especially liked the ending- the idea of holding a moment. Posessing it, cherishing it. There's a ray of hope there too. Like in your head you know you will find better, even while experiencing the feeling of emptiness. Also, the second stanza: I nurse my long held plans, as again I feel them die. Too often we are made to feel empty. When it happens we have to remember that eventually someone else will cradle the plans that we've nursed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Aria Siren (5/25/2013 8:47:00 AM)

    You have this skill of whisking your readers away to another world, your world, as you write. This poem caught me from the first sentence. Lovely read. Painful feelings. (Report) Reply

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