Poetry. Screaming emptiness. Under the Greenwood Tree

Loud Ashes

What is it – what are we most afraid of,
you ask.
No, it is not pain.
Losing you? Yes, close.
Losing myself? Quite so.

The scariest thing of all
is the emptiness.
The total, still
– nothing.

Let's wish it will be empty enough
for us not to hear
the screaming silence.

IStori, 3 May 2007

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Soon, after two more blog posts there will be the ISTORI BLOG POST NUMBER 100! Yippee, woweezowee, it's a partyyyy!

That's why I had to contribute NOW and write a poem for Poetry Thursday. A decent blogger must try everything at least once; before the 100th post I mean: Poetry Thursday, Photo Thursday and even a meme (did that, too, some blog posts ago).

As you could guess, this week's theme was "Emptiness" (tyhjyys). Sorry, it is a sad one, but I just couldn't help it. And I am a Finn, we are sad and melancholic by nature, all the time.

But there you go: more art for you, and happier, too. An excellent Finnish band Breadmachine has just published its newest work of art. I am biased, have been in the process, too. Lovely experience. Hello, music business, here I come!



Under the Greenwood Tree
by William Shakespeare


Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.