Listen, Love, to the heard beyond hearing,
lost ocean’s call in an empty shell,
the sound of air unmoving there, captured only quiet,
an unblown moan, wind still in a hollowed out life.
The self that you were, I was too, washing away,
wave by wave we were wearing clear
as this smooth sand beach,
reflecting twilight, last sun whispers,
under a just glimpsed crescent moon,
a slice of everything seeming only partially here,
now all for the most part disappeared at dusk. I bend
to touch your fading face imagined in slippery shadow,
feel water, feel nothing
glide beneath my hand.
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Today’s word is
empty
Use it in a sentence or two or three and leave your writing in a comment below. I would love to read it. Happy Saturday / Pōʻaono : )
