
Poppies … WHB Pen & Wash
Gaps
There are gaps in my life that need filling,
I know without doubt that they’re there;
I hear them, I see them, I feel them,
My senses are keenly aware.
But perhaps they’re not many, just one,
So large as to to fill up the whole;
Maybe they add up to life’s meaning
And what I consider my soul.
Great poem my friend. Don’t we all have those gaps. It’s not what’s missing that matters. It’s what those pieces we are left with add up to be.
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Very true. Thanks, Jerry.
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Most thought provoking
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Thank, Derrick. Special composed to exercise our grey matter.
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If you can paint and write like this you have a soul. There are holes, Roland, and they
hurt.
Miriam
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I appreciate your comment, Miriam. Yes, they can hurt, black or not. At the same time they can at times be the source of hope.
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How true, indeed pain and fear can be source of hope and new growth.
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Thank you for your comment, Miriam.
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