Empty Sky

Empty Sky

 

Not deep enough to drown in

Dont you kid yourself he said

 

More shallow

Than a shallow grave maybe

 

But somewhere

I might rest this weary head

 

Here lies a poet tired

A poet drained and dry

 

Not wide enough to fly in maybe

But above him empty sky

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Maybe the poet needs some company while he does his sky gazing. Be it night or day, the sky can surely give inspiration. You only have to look at morphing clouds or the starlit heavens for that. The right company would enhance that situation no end and the words would certainly flow.

Chris

[Neville]

Thank you dear Chris, I often spend time gazing skyward and yes, inspiration is often found there, tho tis when I fall flat on me face, I get stuck for words....N :)

[Chris Shaw]

Be careful which way you fall :)

[Neville]

I try.. tis not always easy.. & good morning our Chris.. may your day be filled with words and other good things, Neville :)

[Einstein Noodle]

in the indelible words of Buzz Lightyear i say to this poet ..."Infinity and beyoooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnd!" :) snap to buddy!
E.

[Neville]

cheers Gene... am snapped...:)

[Einstein Noodle]

:)........................... i snapped a long time ago ;}

[Neville]

snap....... I reckon between us we make up almost a whole..... :)

[Muskan]

I liked your poem Neville. I think the poem carries a much more deep meaning than the apparent meaning. The poet needs to whiff comfort and happiness

[Neville]

Thank you Muskan I certainly appreciate you visiting these words.... Neville

[kentuck14]

Neville,
This is an interesting poem . . . the sky above, the ground below . . . where would a poet choose to find himself? I sense this poem is deeper than the hole that he has dug for himself. Well at least the sky is still there and after a time he might find his muse and fly again.
Tom

[Neville]

Thank you my friend.. how very kind and true..... Neville

[Dr. YumnaKay]

It is sometimes exhausting either way, when the head keeps buzzing with words or the empty kind of buzzing where we search the corners of our mind and try to beat the writer's block... I find staring into empty space quite inspiring sometimes ;P
"Here lies a poet tired
A poet drained and dry"
Love this, might as well choose those lines for my epitaph!
Always nice reading you, N.

[Neville]

thank you my friend you are welcome any time and always appreciated... N :)

[Phill Oz O'fee]

The sky does not stay empty for long - throughout history, writer's block has been a documented problem, but without noticing our imagination somehow 'kick starts' us back into verse again ... been there - had that ... nice, write my friend... :-)

[Neville]

thank you Phil, a much appreciated visit and true.. N

[Mrudula Rani]

Now and then even brilliant poets need to rest their weary heads... to replenish their creative minds. that vast blue in time will be holding millions of stars to inspire the poet once more....It is just a matter of time my wonderful poet.

[Neville]

you have the most amazing knack of making me smile :)

[Mrudula Rani]

That makes me happy my friend . Uma abraço. Uma boa semana de muitas felicidades, meu amigo .

[Neville]

I am smiling from ear to there.. :)

[Paul Bell]

The broken pencil, the blank paper.
Words in the sky out of reach.
This is when I plagiarise, or at least till I find the pencil sharpener.

[Neville]

Tis a good idea to always carry a spare methinks & me does.... cheers Paul.. many thanks indeed.. Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh yes, the poet in despair, the poet with no more words, he or she could drown in a tear drop---even when there is nothing but blue sky watching him or her above.
j.

[Neville]

how bloomin bloomin blue and true... thank you kindly my dear jacob............... N