Empty Space

And other poems.

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Inspired by a prompt from Joe Sexton, at Saltwater and Sage, 'Somewhere I used to belong'.

Empty Space

There is moss on the stones,
somewhere I used to belong.

There are echoes from the walls,
somewhere I used to belong.

There are conversations held in whispers,
somewhere I used to belong.

There is a seat where I used to sit
somewhere I no longer fit.

©️Emma Steel

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Inspired by a prompt from Joe Sexton, at Saltwater and Sage, 'Departures and arrivals'.

Always A Moment Too Late

You depart, as I arrive,
all I see is the going of you,
never meeting at the cross-roads,
always a moment too late
on this lonesome journey.

I have lost my way so often,
always meaning to stick to the path,
but detours forever throwing me off,
on this winding road,
and always as I arrive, you depart.

©️Emma Steel

bright moonlight on a midnight blue ocean

Inspired by a prompt from Joe Sexton, at Saltwater and Sage, 'The moon on the water'.

Longing

I can see you, 
glinting on the water’s surface, 
but always out of reach.

You cast your light,
but I am never touched,
the cold light teasing.

You sit,
so bold in the sky,
so shy and distant.

Isn’t this longing
the stone 
that weighs the heart down?

©️Emma Steel