Jeannie Cronin Poet Prose

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The Big Empty

The Big Empty lay before me, an endless landscape of infinite possibility
The canvas evolves at the moment in time we leave trace of our existence
All that I touch with each breath of my life, now and forever changed
with evidence of character bleeding it's colorful hues.

With all the reds of blood and dread pursuing life with passion
I choose the blues in all their hues, reflecting my compassion
Yellows for the depths of hope the sunlight brings with time
And every color should they meet that gives my life its rhyme

A lifetime of choices fulfill what once before lay the big empty
Upheavals born the strata of my trials
Time has left me nothing but defining memories
What of my life will be left in the world and why might it matter?

                                       -Jeannie Minor & RC

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Arthur Vaso October 30, 2016 at 4:30 PM I truly enjoyed this poetic verse, thoughts I myself have been contemplating! :) Jeannie Cronin October 31, 2016 at 1:38 AM Hi Arthur, so glad you stopped by. Hope you find peace with your answers.

Daniel Turner October 29, 2016 at 6:01 AM Your footprints will be your legacy, Jeannie. How many and how big is entirely up to you. Deep write! Love makes the best legacy! Jeannie Cronin October 29, 2016 at 10:23 AM Thank you, Daniel. I suppose I have been spending much of my time lately thinking on a more macro level. Can't wait to fill you in on my new writing venture.

CayCay Godwin October 28, 2016 at 9:48 PM This is stunningly beautiful, I read it several times. How poetically you expressed the thoughts of each mortal and our shared rhetorical questions. I have answers, but this isn't about that, it is about the search for answers and I pity those who never contemplate such. Maybe this would spark others to delve internally if posted somewhere that everyone isn't a poet - it should be, it is that soul stirring ... CayCay Jeannie Cronin October 29, 2016 at 10:17 AM Hi CayCay, this poem was inspired by a spectacular view of Fisher Valley looking down from the cliffs of the La Salle mountains. I tried to post the picture but I can't get it to stick. The pic really drives the write home. So glad you appreciate the depth I was trying to share. Thank You