Empty thoughts - extended v of Empty Thought

Maplespal

Empty thoughts 

 

What words are on my mind, 

which ones can I trip over and find? 

What subject is in my scattered view, 

what activities in there are there to do? 

My mind seems empty, has a lot of room, 

all the dirt, cobwebs, and broken broom, 

left laying waiting to be noticed, seen. 

Hoping for a sound to intervene. 

Allow a breeze through the door, 

blow the dirt around the floor, 

create a view for my minds thought, 

let me find the words I’ve sought. 

Sitting, waiting for an echo within, 

looking for a worded message to spin. 

 

Do I open the curtains to find a view, 

check to see if the sky is still blue. 

Let the rays in from a star, 

pry the window open to a jar. 

Let the air pass over to the door, 

create some motion to explore. 

 

These empty thoughts in my mind, 

none tripped over to even find. 

Perhaps if I stop to jump and spin, 

maybe an idea will come flying in. 

Create a breeze as it passes through, 

kick up the dirt and words for view. 

 

These thoughts I have trying to think, 

drying my eyes between each blink. 

Words hidden between the webs, 

moving slowly the curtains ebb, 

and flow with the spiders' legs. 

The trapped fly pleads and begs. 

Empty thoughts, I am working through, 

trying to find the words for you. 

 

Quietly struggling to set them free, 

the letters to form the words to see. 

No notions or opinions to share, 

at a blank canvass I sit and stare. 

Waiting to find some pointed words, 

no cobwebs or dirt has been disturbed. 

No views or any story on my mind, 

the words are playing, hard to find. 

Cobwebs, dirt, a broom, a spider's meal, 

understanding how the fly must feel. 

The words hidden in their shroud, 

these empty thoughts, thinking aloud. 

 

Before I finish and this room depart, 

I want just one word for a story to start. 

Perhaps about the fly and its fate, 

picturing it on the spider's plate. 

Ketchup, mustard, and some bread, 

struggling in its captor's thread. 

Empty thoughts, words hard to find 

Sitting with an empty mind. 

 

  • Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2024 12:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sorry. I had to extend it and tell you about the trapped fly. The poor guy. Happy the spider has food though.
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  • Tony36

    Great write

  • sorenbarrett

    Finding the right words is not always easy. Words one of only two ways of showing our emotions and finding just the right one to convey the proper meaning and feeling is not always easy. Even knowing ourself what we want to convey is difficult. Nicely written



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