Hollow
I am a hollow man,
my heart and soul scooped out
by worry, wear, and care.
Water fills my bones.
My muscles shake like jelly.
Hope?
I abandoned it long ago.
Faith?
In these changing times
it’s a series of corks
bobbing their apples
in a party barrel.
Charity?
Love grows old and cold
and loses its charms
as we shiver in each other’s arms.
For now, I’ll dodder
my dodo way
towards extinction.
As I shuffle
from room to room
I’ll rest for a while
upon this chair.
My mother went this way.
My brothers and my father too;
I soon will follow,
just like you.
rogermoorepoet 
I like the word ‘Mooo’ in the painting … it’s what your granddaughter calls you … right?
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It’s what a lot of my good friends call me, Jane. You may do so, if you wish. I’ll explain how I got the name when next we meet!
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A powerful poem… felt so real that I was relieved to read you wrote it in the past.
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It’s part of the sequence called Introspection, from my book called A Cancer Chronicle. It’s available on Amazon. I think I have eleven books up there now. I haven’ seen the hard copy yet, but one of my friends has read it and wrote:”It arrived yesterday and we devoured it, ending today just this minute. Great, and moving, and wonderful.” It was a tough book to write!
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I can well imagine that such a book would have been difficult to write…but well worth the effort…
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Thanks , Janice. I saw a hard copy of it yesterday at a friend’s house. Mine haven’t arrived yet. It looks good.
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That must be exciting 🙂 I copied your previous reply into my reading wish list…
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That’s so kind of you. Those who have read it, that I am aware of, mainly friends, have liked it.
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You’re the opposite of hollow!!! just sayin 😉
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Thank you so much. This poem is from A Cancer Chronicle. I was feeling pretty hollow back then (2014-2015). Cured now, I hope.
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I hope so too. Very much so. Eat ten apricot kernel nuts per day♡ you are a marvelous spirit.
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I love apricots (albariquoques). I find that I now want to eat and drink the things that benefit me.
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Me too. Apricot kernels have liatrol a powerful anti cancer medicine
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I’ll have to read up on that. Thank you.
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Long ago Steve McQueen tried to get the FDA to release it legally in the US, since then the FDA realizing it would negate any need for expensive treatments banned it (no danger whatsoever to taking it despite it turning to poison it’s the same premise as chemo but natural without side-effects if used correctly and can be used as a prophelactic rather than treatment also) so Mex and other countries began administering it via IV. Best protective measure against reoccurring or fear of getting cancer ten kernals (nuts) of apricot seeds (organic only) per day, ground up and swallowed. xo
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I often wonder to what extent we are ‘secretly’ ruled by the multi-national pharmaceuticals. The answer is frightening.
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It’s no secret, they have prevention and cure but the profits in ” treatment ” especially if it is reoccurring. The FDA, Big Pharma and even doctors are all tied to this, few bucks the trend, it’s a house of cards profiting from sustained and increasing illness
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I clicked ‘like’ but it’s a horrific reality.
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Lol.dear hollow having a soft heart.weldone.
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There are days when things don’t go right … but we do survive.
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The warmth of summer sun is coming! It’s rainy and cold here today…good weather on the way though. Just so the “hollow man” days are just “days”…
The poem was a great reflection of that “feeling”…
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It’s one of the poems from A Cancer Chronicle. It comes from the section called Introspection. It was written on one of those “bottom falling out of the world” days. It’s warmer here, but still no sun. And yes, you are right, these days hit, and then pass on by …
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Thankfully!
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One could protest, Roger, ” hollow man,” really? Show the reader how this narrator is hollow, because she cannot accept that the author is.
Thank you for the card! all those long ducks, ( ;
I just saw an eagle over the Ganga, her broad wings, her grace. Take care.
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Jemima Puddle-Ducks, apparently. Spring Weather here today, 13C going up to 18C. “I am a hollow man, my heart and soul scooped out by worry, wear, and care.” It happens. My grandfather warned me there’d be days like these!
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