Sunday, September 20, 2015

Hollow Space

In the birth of the day
is my hollow space for burning.

Coffee first, then words
wrung wet from the night.

My equinox.
My rocking chair.
My returning

to I am,
to giving a damn,
to life.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

20 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yay! "My returning to I am...." Loved this.

Fireblossom said...

Yes.

R.K. Garon said...

well put!
ZQ

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'll raise my morning cup of coffee to that!

Sylvia K said...

Ah, no one says it better, MZ!! Thanks for the lift for my day -- as always!! Have a great new week!!

X said...

Ha.
returning to I am
could be read a couple ways.
In the spiritual way, it plays funny
with give a damn. But in the end,
much of life is learning
what to give a damn
about.

alley said...

Those middle five lines are TIGHT. Love this.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Perfect!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

OMG I wish I'd written that! So perfect. And what a striking image: words wrung wet from the night.

Mary said...

Yes, above all...coffee comes first.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I read this 3 times as it burned itself upon my soul...My returning, the birth of my day...all memorable lines!

Brother Ollie said...

I dig the whole piece - but this is wisdom "Coffee first, then words"

thotpurge said...

words wrung wet from the night.. wow!

Sioux said...

A country singer (Jodee Messina? Martina McBride?) sang a song called "My Give a Damn's Busted." This piece is beautiful in its simplicity.

Sumana Roy said...

"My returning / to I am,"....Nice :)

Jae Rose said...

Thank heavens for that hollow space and the magic it allows

Sharon Wagner said...

That's a great morning call. That's just what waking up is like.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

the equinox, sometimes it comes to me in the middle of the night

beautiful

gracias

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

sometimes it's hard to just get up and continue..

G L Meisner said...

Well written. I agree with X the "returning/to I am" reads both ways and adds a great layer to the poem.