Empty

a revised verison of another 4 year old poem

I went through my things one day

and found photographs of you

In each one, I'm near you but not next to you

I look at those eyes of yours

Those beautiful eyes of yours

Those blank eyes of yours

My hands began to tremble

Was that what they always were?

Always empty?

Just smiling for the sake of it?

Is it the same with other things?

Is money as empty as your eyes?

As blank as the depths of your glossy irises?

What about fame?

Are those bright lights that burn when they touch your skin,

as bottomless and unforfilled as those gorgous jewels called

your eyes?

As I put the pictures away, I noticed something that shocked me.

My eyes were as blank as yours.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Powerful twist, delving deep into the present and past of a love gone cold. Brilliant insight into how even a single image can bring back powerful memories and emotions!

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Nice job. I really like this one. Nice twist at the end. You pose a lot of questions in your poetry, which I do too, which really expresses your honesty and longing in each piece.

[Gravedigger]

I think it really brings some important questions to light, like "do you really love _____or are you just saying that?" Really, really heartfelt...
one thing; was "What about fame?" supposed to be "What about FLAME?" just wondering.

[Virellius an Fiach]

I really like this. I have felt the same, looking back on memories... congratulations on this beautiful work, Risa.

[thecoolone52]

ohhhhhhhh nice twist at the end..... i really enjoyed that poem... your like questioning everything that you had in a certain relationship.... tubular write and entertaining!!!