Vacant possession
Awaiting experience
To bring it to life
Memories linger
A child’s remembered laughter
And echoing ghosts
A place for lovers
Eyes closed in a final kiss
Recalling the first
An empty canvas
Worn by life and scarred with age
Wears its history
Unfinished stories
Eternally unfolding
In an empty room
For Sacha’s 52 word challenge
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Looks pretty non-empty: I consider tatters shown on the walls to be features.
What is “emptiness,” anyway?
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Emptiness is a matter of perspective… a blank canvas holds every possibility 🙂
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I love the lyrics 🙂 Thanks, Willow 🙂
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Beautiful aren’t they💜
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They are indeed. I’m glad you shared this 🙂
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💖💝
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More than up to the challenge, I’d say, Sue!
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Not the way I’m feeling right now…I’m running on empty and pills 😉
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Oh dear, not another cold!
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No, still getting over pneumonia 😉
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Beautiful, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Many different perspectives Sue, beautifully expressed 🙂
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All the best jewels have their facets 😉
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Yes, so true 🙂
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