Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Empty” by Ann Privateer. Ms. Privateer grew up in Cleveland and moved to Los Angeles to attend college. Her poetry has appeared in Manzanita, Tigers Eyes, and Sacramento: 100 Poems to name a few. She now resides northern California.
and frozen thoughts recalls
the ferment of fall bonfires
that whittled our resolve...
when the dog sat motionless
without his bone, not knowing
we were lost, his sad hungry eyes
on that day when we were caught
without memories or even a phone
only our empty words to chew and
regurgitate silently while winter
ruminated and we longed
for our warm home far away
from rivers and cliffs,
from rudders and propellers.
Poet’s Notes: Adults are fascinated with being too full or too empty. My grand daughter, who lives in France says, "Never say you're too full; it's not elegant." My son tells me to eat for pleasure.
Editor’s Note: I enjoy the way the poet’s clever use of alliteration, assonance, and consonance adds an eery (and ear-y) feeling that enhances the dysthymic mood of this haunting poem. Taken literally, the poem recalls Jack London; taken metaphorically, it might be interpreted by some as a poem about the loneliness of a couple growing apart.