Empty Warehouse

...something we've all experienced.......I think.

Scorching day of ninety-two,

nothing left for me to do.

Sitting like a rock so hard,

feeling like a tub of lard.

 

Young girls walking on the trails.

Sweet blown hair form lofty sails.

Thunder in the mountains echo,

time for everything to grow.

 

Minds and trees and wishful thoughts,

all at such a priceless cost.

Very hard to set it down,

with nothing left inside my crown...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

August 25, 1972
when positively, absolutely, nothing would come to me...this diddy did. :)

Reviews

[Angi]

...and we meet again! Yes. I absolutely have been there. I love the tub of lard line. Makes me think of just feeling like a giant blob of nothing. No thoughts can penetrate, just nothing. Very nice.

[Allen Smuckler]

Thanks Angi...what goes around comes around...today (meaning recently) I can't write things down fast enough...first book just published (Amazon, Barnes and Nobel et al) finishing memoirish novel 2/3 done, and a 2nd book of poetry begun...hopefully by end of year I'll have three books published. Now that feels good...thanks for reading and commenting Angi.
Allen

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I love these two lines here
Minds and trees and wishful thoughts,

all at such a priceless cost..
There is o much clarity in your thoughts.So precisely and beautifully expressed.

[Brad]

this read like a blues song, man, i was hearing a slide riff behind these lines

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This is wonderful, you express your self so well.

[Sunni Davis]

Ah, yes....I've experienced this more than a few times. You've expressed it so well here. Terrifically written, my dear friend.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Oh yes Al, still feel those moments, you've expressed so well. They never disappear imo:)

Yas