This poen was inspired by and is dedicated to Kristi Love - Blank Verse. |
Promptly prompted, clicking for the new prompt, reminded by my inner child within. Now I read and see this week is prompt free, an empty feeling begins to prompt me. Sorry, just a sec…can you hear that sound? Click-ick, click-ick, click-ick, there’s an echo, it seems my keys are echoing back at me. Bouncing through the empty hall off the walls, the inner child feeling sad and empty. Familiar family face, fading away, perhaps onto a better day. I don’t like the hollow echo inside, almost like love, but hurting butterflies. Is there such a thing as almost like Love? Those that aspire, lift their heads higher, in order to be inspired by Love. A prompt free week that’s forcing me to think, exploring my mind, to see what I find. What I see is loss and an empty hall. Where has all the Love gone, on a sad day? All packed and moved, a friendly home Love-less, and its walls, like these halls, ring of silence. There are shadows hanging on my port walls, they will haunt me, until the day Love calls. Jame L Finley June 2008 |