loosing

 

hol low

again.

 

i’m

home (hol low)

again.

 

this

house is

 

empty

hol low, cool, walls, their echo

rattles my ribs

shaking

my throat

collapse(d),

onto the couch.

 

all the days

(worries),

left here,

crying,

loosing your

presence,

hurt missing,

your fill me up smile,

is

leaving

me

hol low

 

 

Reviews

[Ilene M.W. Lush]

your fill me up smile,
is
leaving
me
hol low

love these lines. you are true to your unique style.


sorry I missed this piece. catching up.

[Heather Angelika Dooley]

I love how you play with a word like it is a puzzle piece. I am a sucker for that sort of thing, but it is your style and I revel in writers who have their own. It tells you a lot about their personality. :> This one is my favorite:

cry(rain)ing

[Shemena Campbell]

I would like to hear you read this. When I read it, hol low becomes how low, and I'm wondering if this is what you meant for it to sound like. If it is... that's really quite clever.

I like the rhythm (for lack of a better word) of the last stanza. It reminds me of drifting to a stop on a slippery driveway.

I very much like your style (always have).

S.

[Shemena Campbell]

I would like to hear you read this. When I read it, hol low becomes how low, and I'm wondering if this is what you meant for it to sound like. If it is... that's really quite clever.

I like the rhythm (for lack of a better word) of the last stanza. It reminds me of drifting to a stop on a slippery driveway.

I very much like your style (always have).

S.