There is a saying
“When you tell someone something about yourself
You give away a piece of your soul”
The poet is writing
Tearing off strips
Bloodied inkpot swirls
Type neatly across the page
Here have a piece of Kate
And I’m happy to share
But after a time all I’m left with
Is a hollow divot
A little stone
Kicked out of place
Staring back in
That held my feet to the ground
14 thoughts on “Hollows where the wind blows”
Thank you for this verse. I love bonding with you. I love that we connect here, sister.
I think life is supposed to work better than that, after all, it is a two-way street. Since I started blogging over six years ago, I have met and benefitted from so many wonderful people. I can honestly say that I get a lot more than I give…
So beautifully and honestly penned.
I like to think of our souls as immense as the Universe with limitless pieces of self to share.
That’s a lovely way to think of it Rosaliene.
Woah, I always believe that when you give/share, you make room for more and better
Very true – it’s not the sharing it’s a little paranoia that was creeping in – just needed a break from social media for the week-end I think.
“Bloodied Ink pot swells”, love the imagery.. with every moment you leave a piece of youth behind..
I loved this 🙂