The Big Empty

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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

Date: 10/30/2016 4:30:00 PM

I truly enjoyed this poetic verse, thoughts I myself have been contemplating! :)

Jeannie Cronin
Date: 10/31/2016 1:38:00 AM

Hi Arthur, so glad you stopped by. Hope you find peace with your answers.

Daniel Turner

Date: 10/29/2016 6:01:00 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
Date: 10/29/2016 10:23:00 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 Jennings

Date: 10/28/2016 9:48:00 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
Date: 10/29/2016 10:17:00 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