Gray Skies and Empty Spaces
first day of semester: hail
more peanut butter, less jelly
disjointed conversations converge in you
you claimed you sent the hail and snow
and you mentioned your ex
and i knew you couldn’t have sent the weather
a friend of mine says gray skies allow
for more space for imagining
to fill in. blue is overbearing.
i’m inclined to agree with her
but i’m not sure it’s good. i feel pressured
to imagine because of the absence.
it’s odd, but that’s always true, isn’t it?
would we imagine if not for absence
would i yearn for things to fill in a sky
which did not need filling?
i doubt it.
the nature of the imagination
really must depend
on what’s missing.
deferring to this fact
the product of imagination
inevitably and undeniably
reveals the truth of each individual’s own absence
in short, gray skies and empty spaces
only serve to more acutely draw out
what’s missing from my life
Posted Jul 8, 2019, 5:18 PM UTC · edited
I'm now trying to figure out what this say's about your own absence. I felt lost inside the thoughts of someone who constantly wonders about the actuality of existence and lies inside the voids of life, and I was fond of how you maintained great possession of the duality between fulfillment and emptiness, on what is there, and what isn't. Reading this more than once garnered me to see how unique this poem really is
thanks so much for the feedback! i’m glad that some of the message i wanted conveyed seems to have bled through - that’s always one of my biggest fears.