Absence of wishes


across the night,

a ghost pink stain.

The stars have fled

in fear or shame.

And in this crowded emptiness

we share our vacant loneliness

at a distance.

Smoke our pipes,

raise our glasses,

fill the bars,

fill the churches,

waste our lives

in ever dwindling boxes,

till the dirt falls in.


About shannadodd

I'm a writer and a collector of words. I also tend to collect homeless critters. Currently, in addition to blogs, poems and books, I'm writing my second novel and beginning a graphic design business. When I'm not writing, I'm reading or cleaning or feeding someone. I hope you enjoy my poetry. I try, with my poems, to create pictures with words. I consider it art but not with my chin thrust out or my nose pointing skyward, it's art in the sense that like the painter or photographer I want to capture a moment or event or question. If I do that for you, I've succeeded. Thank you for reading and for your comments. It's means so much to me that folks are reading my poems.
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4 Responses to Absence of wishes

  1. Jingle says:

    divine imagery, thanks for sharing..

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  3. Mab Jones says:

    I love how you’ve used rhythm and half-rhyme to lead the poem to its own inevitable conclusion of inevitability. A fine, if dark, piece! 🙂

  4. lucychili says:

    i like the crowded emptiness and the dwindling boxes

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