Oscillation

Oscillation

A Poem by Maria Fischinger

 

 

Through small invisible fissures
the content of our souls escapes
leaving us hollow, empty, desolated
without inspiration and hope.
Inexorably events continue to accumulate
filling us up with memories
and suddenly the soul is full once again.
With this constant oscillation of the tide of life,
at moments, we feel completely empty
and next entirely full.

 


© 2008 Maria Fischinger



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Maria Fischinger
Maria Fischinger

Chicago, IL



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