An empty house is never really empty
if it once sheltered a family.
An empty bowl is never really empty
if it once fed the hungry.
An empty hand is never really empty
if it once helped a stranger.
An empty mind is never really empty
if it once held beauty.
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Nest
The nest may appear
Empty, but do not touch it.
What once it sheltered
Has found wings.
Nothing is empty
Unless first it was full.
Presence is not
Defined by absence.
Whorls of a conch
Trumpet elegies of the sea,
The intricate architecture
Of spawning.
[Disposable Poem May 27, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Dr. M:
I enjoy all of your poems and comments, but I especially like this one for some reason. Thanks.
H. K.
:)
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