Last night I dreamt of writing verse
A quickly penned completed work
And then woke up to absolutely nothing
But cold sweat soaking sheet and skin
So I reached out wildly to my left
For something solid I could grip
Only empty t-shirt filled my fist
Was it rising falling with your breath
Perhaps just enough of nothing sure
So I let go and simply slept























Empty Bed Series by Caroline Balderston Parry

~ by April on January 29, 2014.

4 Responses to “Emptied”

  1. Beautifully done

  2. I am reading that the key fulcrum-word here was ‘simply’ in the last line; but what a release!

    • Yes, you are correct. This was based on a real occurrence, and I found some relief in just accepting emptiness. Perhaps my half sleep state made it easier to accept this. Interesting to think about. Thanks for all of your thoughtful comments.

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