Tuesday, August 13, 2013

A Poem by Bob Brill

Empty Bottle Blues

sunlight passing through an empty bottle
casts a green shadow on the wall
such effects are commonplace
yet my skin bristles
as if this time
the universe is telling me a secret

but I don't quite get it
hoping to grasp it more fully
I open another bottle
by the time it's empty
the sun has set
the shadows are gone
an owl is calling
from somewhere in the darkness

Bob Brill is a retired computer programmer and digital artist.  He is now devoting his energies to writing fiction and poetry. His novellas, short stories and more than 100 poems have appeared in more than two dozen online magazines, print journals, and anthologies.

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