Thank you for Empty
Some things are a relief when they are empty—like a bladder.
Some things were always empty so we don’t really notice—like a river bed in the middle of an ancient desert.
Some things make us sad when they are empty —like words.
Some things appear empty, but then they surprise us when they overflow—like a feeling we have that wells up and catches us off guard.
There are a lot of kinds of empty
When you think of empty, does it inspire you to fill up the emptiness?
When you hear empty _____, do you want to write a poem?
well
promises
gas tanks
pockets
stalls
pleasures
meaning
faces
dreams
mind
doorway
space
stomach
nest
hand
calories
parking spaces
sky
house
chair
wall
table
can
pool
streets
I feel a little empty headed today.
And I’m kinda running on empty. (just for today)
I could probably get inspired by a poem. A poem about empty things sometimes feeds the soul.
Got one?
Sometimes we must empty a container to fill it up with better stuff!
Sometimes that container is our head.
LEA KELLEY SAYING THANK YOU FOR... 
Empty Haiku for January
Iced hinges solid
Flecks lace like gather up tires
The car sits empty
Beautiful!
Thank you!
Empty can be a time for great transformation – Bit like creating the vacuum – the universe needs to fill it up!
Emily Dickinson had a poem about empty that mentioned something about “picking eternity’s vast pocket.” I’ll try to find it…
Call me when free
Call me when free in the morning, I wrote
Upon Earth, Air, Fire & Water
With Tree, Mane, Tooth & twinkle for ink.
Morning came in overcasts of fog & Silence
Spoke to me. She said, Listen, hear this
My breathing, my coffee grinding, my day
In past rhythms, beats, making music
With my monkey. He has a cute hat, a fine
Nod. I’d rather wear my crown, but only she
Knows where that is.
Still, Stillness has her virtues. In Her one can
Be alert to everything, not just what is of ink.
Stillness is long, not tall; naked, not dressed.
She is as egalitarian as a ripening peach; as
Enduring & promising as the steel door of a
Prison cell wide open.
Should I stay? I am Prince Hamlet with a
Question. Stillness whispers: Today, yes. It
Is alright. I am open. There is no lock nor
Wall that must be climbed.
But … I am Stillness. I exist because I am
Stillness. She is a premise, then, & thus, this:
Premise is to Reason as Stone to Edifice.
What fate, Stone?
© 2008 Robini All Rights Reserved.
robini,
Yes, emptiness, stillness, they call when one is free, do they not?
“promising as the steel door of a
Prison cell wide open”
Thank you. I am speechless.
emptiness
brings fullness
with the passage of time.
Empty my Heart, of Thee —
Its single Artery —
Begin, and leave Thee out —
Simply Extinction’s Date —
Much Billow hath the Sea —
One Baltic — They —
Subtract Thyself, in play,
And not enough of me
Is left — to put away —
“Myself” meanth Thee —
Erase the Root — no Tree —
Thee — then — no me —
The Heavens stripped —
Eternity’s vast pocket, picked —
Emily Dickinson
Here’s a little poem… can you tell what’s on my mind at this pre-dinner hour? 😉
An empty stomach isn’t good
Leaves me on a quest to fill it up
To get whatever I can for food
My daily thoughts it interrupts.
And yet I guess an empty tummy
Could be a sign that I am alive
That good things are still coming
If would wait and cease to strive.