my poem “no one’s world” #poetry #published poem #spillwords

i can hear the rifle firing
i’m trying not to think
i’m counting empty chairs in a small bar

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50 thoughts on “my poem “no one’s world” #poetry #published poem #spillwords

    1. This is so intriguing. I love how you caught a lonesome energy, and you did it so we’ll! Great, great piece. One of my favorites from you.

      1. Thank you so much, Watt. It means a lot to me coming from you. I am thrilled you enjoyed the piece.
        I will take a break from posting and I will try to read and reread as much as I can. Your pieces are on my reading list 🙂

      1. Thank you so much for your kindness and your support 🙂

    1. Thank you, Rob. Unfortunately sometimes there is violence too. But I am ok. Just listened to your beautiful song 🙂

    1. Thank you, Bojana. Unfortunately we do. We are “good citizens” i.e. we mind our own business when so many things go wrong around us.

    1. I, on the other hand, I can’t stop thinking. It’s hard not to. Thank you for reading and commenting.

  1. Your word choice for this is so unbelievably poignant and hard hitting “counting empty chairs” and “hunger games are heating up and your coffee’s getting cold”. While all around us in the world atrocities are happening, often right before our eyes….
    Another favourite to add to my ever growing list.

    1. Thank you so much, my dearest R. Your comments are rays of sunshine to me. I am glad you liked to poem. And certainly glad you are home safe.
      May you have a wonderful morning.
      Love a hugs to you.

    1. And you are one of my best friends. Very grateful for your comment and friendship.

  2. The red nails and the (possibly) red lipstick speak to me of blood and death, which ties in well with the poem as a whole. Also the makeup and nail varnish symbolise to me sexuality/sex which, despite war is still a potent force. Indeed the reference to newborns also speaks of the continuing cycle of life and death. The ordinary continuing (in the bar) while the horror goes on outside. Great poem Gabriela.

    1. Hello Kevin,
      I am very grateful to you for taking the time to read and comment. I like your interpretation very much.
      Best wishes

    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful comment. It humbled me. Well, I am delighted too.
      Have a fabulous rest of the week.

  3. Good evening G,

    Ah, you have me thinking about brewing some coffee right now. This is a SPF classic. Never tire of reading it.

    Congrats my dear friend. So happy you are getting the attention and accolades you so deserve.

    1. Hello Drew,
      Thank you so much for your kind words. I highly appreciate your support.
      Again, a great weekend to you.

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