Cry from the shadowed place,

mourning ingests the hollowing core.

The void obligates,

burnishing the binding ring crafted long ago.

We thread our way through this incarnation

to a gallery populated by sorrows and joys

of choices made, and lives engaged,

giving us nothing and everything.


raw this moment,

terror the overture in the closing symphony.

Say hey

yeah yes.

Unfolding – enfolding

churning dawn’s rhythms,

boiling down, never leaving,

composing before the fire is tamped

Oh yeah

Oh yes

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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3 Responses to Empty

  1. Will Weaver says:

    Hey, you’re not supposed to be writer! What’s with these damn poems? (They’re pretty good.)

    Any way, I have a book for you…. Shoot me an email.


    • Doug Lewandowski says:

      Will, Thanks for the compliment. I am ready to read! I’ll stop by some time and pick up the book. Getting up and running with a website will be fun. We have been babysitting for Claire lately. This writing stuff is when I can get it in and lately it seems everything is jammed. It is a damn good thing I still practice psychology a bit so I can subsidize the writing. I feel like a freaking corporation!! Doug

  2. Frank Schweigert says:

    Yes. Yes.

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