Adventure galore

 

inside an empty bowl.  Perhaps, even the first paragraph of a novel.  Or a treasure map.  Who  doesn't love an adventure. By the way, what do you think seasonal fruits' perspective is on an empty bowl?  Or a bowl brimming with seasonal abundance?  

Memory loves erasures

Invents a story to go with absence. Just ask the spoon how she feels about an empty bowl. Or a pen facing the final page of a notebook. No reason not to celebrate the invisible.

A perspective on absence

Absence doesn't exist.  So what are you seeing? Absence is like an empty bowl, neither of them are. Absence is like an unwritten poem:  both of them palpable.

 

From the inconvenience of an empty bowl to the sadness of an empty bench...

Absences of all kind fascinate me.  I think of it as kin to convex and concave. Two sides of a spoon. A pen writing; a pen resting on a desk.  Do you think benches hold the imprint of people?  Is the same true of a pen, a keyboard?