Short Unoccupied Poems
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Picture # 1
Out on the front porch
Sits the unoccupied rocking chair
Soaking up the rising sun
Sounds surround as day begins
Come friend, sit, settle, scribe
once impulsive now
deserted forsaken
cast aside
jilted
stranded
rejected
dumped
ditched
unused
neglected
idle
unoccupied
uninhabited
I stand empty
words fail me
The simple bench sits
Unoccupied now
Classic table holds
Intent to write poems
Correspondences
Light sweater blown
Onto yellow
Roses, walkway
Empty no one
Garden neat
Perfect plants
Fenced closed
Where is.......
Empty
Bench
("The Bench"(The Garden Of Versailles) Edouard Manet (1832-1883/French) Oil On Canvas)
YOur EYes
your eyes are a window to your soul and heart
but what I see is more than that
it is the love that I am seeing now
as I look deeper into your heart
I see an unoccupied space for me
a place that I wish and hope to be
a place in your LIFE
a place in your SOUL
a place for a for a man within your HEART
a place I see within YOUR EYES
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About Face
David J Walker
It is about face
About time and place
And direction
And unoccupied space
In East or West that
We face
And the unknowing of
which is forward or
backward or north
or south
the illusion of which is
up and which is down
bound by the gravity of
anticipation in
each new moon and season
Named for the gods lost
To antiquity
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For Brian’s “IMAGINE” contest
Edward Hopper's 'AUTOMAT '
in a chamber,deep within
buried hopes that now run thin
hidden here inside my heart
dreams that end without a start
close that door, without a lock
if you want in you need to knock
no sound comes from your tight fist
just echoes of words
from a very long list
in a chamber, deep within
fantasy that comes to an end
a room in my heart
left vacant to share
unoccupied space
since you were there
Drained,
unoccupied thoughts
form empty sadness
Drained
of those moments
now never again
Drained,
what little is left
will soon evaporate
Drained,
smiles are forgotten
frowns become the norm
Drained
of that voice
sung in times of need
Drained,
drab wilted flowers
where pinks and yellows once bloomed
Drained,
sunny days now darken
neath clouded dreams
Drained,
never to be full ...
again
Vallaha as Valkyries scream from
the depths of hell.
Charging out
into the vacuum
of an unoccupied mind
deafening all who listen
to their monstrous cry
from the bleak wilderness
called Vallaha.
Scream out to Odin
the scourger, charmer, enchanter.
Bewitched sinner sirens,
resonant, ensouling the strings
of unattended souls.
Lyrics whispered into
the trance of an ephemeral ballet
yet, appearing
epic in length and nature.
I’m watching the Open,
(To me, such a treat!)
Surprised to see every
Unoccupied seat.
The weather is iffy -
There’s been lots of rain.
Perhaps that is why
Empty seats still remain.
Of course, it’s a work day,
With kids back in school,
And sneaking away
Maybe isn’t so cool.
But I don’t regret
That I’m watching from home,
A comfortable place
To be writing this poem.
It’s nice to see sports
Where the action is made,
Though the travel and cost
Make TV a fair trade.
A little Coast Guard boat just now
Went chug-chug-chugging by.
It left behind a wake, above which
Seagulls like to fly.
Aside from that, the river’s calm
With not a tug in sight,
Although a ferry might come soon,
Their schedule kept tight.
It’s chilly so the benches are
Unoccupied as well,
But since the sun is shining,
I’ve been captured by its spell.
I’m happy to be out here
As I sit and write this poem,
Knowing when I’m cold or hungry,
In five minutes I’ll be home.