The lake is empty.
Roots have left this shore.
Freedom to be free,
containment shattered by the waves of yore–
all of It will cease to be
before they see that less is rarely more.
Empty Lake Bed, (from iDesign iPhone Wallpapers)
Empty Drink
The Waking Den
A Home to Creativity.
The Waking Den 
Chris– so sparse yet full of images. I posted a few poems last week at:
http://andyswordsandpictures.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/love-lost-lust-found/
I would love the opinion of a pro if you have a few minutes.
I would be honored my good sir! And I’m even more honored that you would consider my mildly poetic self to be anything nearing a “pro.” When I grab a free few moments here this weekend, I shall have a look-see. Hope all’s well in the meanwhile!
Beautiful description of the emptiness, thanks for sharing this poem.
interesting…i def feel the emptiness and in some cases less is not more…its hard being alone…and that is the feel i got in this…
Most assuredly. The world is a hard place, and to face it alone, well…as they say, no man is an island.
love this, especially the last line! hope things are good with you, Chris.
And in turn with you, Dani! It has been some time. It saddens me my current job has not allowed me to be as active as perhaps once I was but…there are certain necessities in life I do suppose. How have you been?
Such power so succinctly – very nice.
http://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2012/09/12/like-pieces-of-confetti-souls-rained-down/
It is sparse yet loaded with meaning… Love it all!
swirl it round and round
Wonderful sketch of the dry lake desert. It looks like Black Rock…you weren’t at Burning Man, were you?
No, no…sadly it’s just a stock photo one of the iphone wallpaper sites was hosting. To be at Burning Man would be a truly wild and memorable experience indeed–I have not even been able to dabble in the most basic elements of photography in some time, to my eternal shame!