Spitting On Emptiness

purple flowers wet pedals
Brian Hogan

This poem was written in a botanical garden in Ghana, West Africa. The challenge from a friend was to use the phrase “spitting on emptiness” in the poem.

I linger in green places. 

I shuffle my feet on wet earth, 

the cirrus are a heavy grey with rain and emotion 

dampness in thick air twilight’s colors awaken me 

I thirst 

I drink flower purple and eat rubber tree latex 

I sway in nature’s gripping 

and smug, as if spitting on emptiness 

I splash barefoot in mud puddles 

dance to cricket song 

and leaves breathe.  

My wooden cup is full

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Brian is a Writer, Clarity Coach, Filmmaker and Adjunct Professor who loves teaching and learning, and living in the uncertainty of it all.


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