If a sit still long enough
And focus...really focus
I begin to shrink
In size...until I'm tiny...tiny...tiny...
If I really focus hard enough
My layers are stripped away
To the core of my existance
That will never ever fade
If I really focus hard enough
I can actually disappear
Into the void of nothingness
Of which I have no fear
For once this moment comes for me
I will be free once again
To blow upon the wind
Wherever I may choose
I will travel to far off places
I will watch my loved ones grow
I will linger when and where I choose
An no one...will ever know...
Dee Daffodil (HW) 17 February,2007
Sounds like the perfect art of escapism to me! ! Great write Dee. HG: -) xx
Dear Dee, may I travel there with thee? Beautiful Poem, Love David
I would have to agree with duncan, This poem should be on the top 500.It desirves being there, very well crafted, , Dee
Oh that we really could, Dee; experience the true fly on the wall feeling...would be great fun :) Now, if I think really hard.... Best wishes :) jack.
i was waiting for you to reverse the process, and grow bigger, and i guess you did, in your own little way. The proverbial bug on the wall, with good intentions. And you got to play on a popular song title in the process. Love it.
Wow. Thought this was wonderful. First read I thought it was a 'waiting-to-die' poem but that's FAR too cynical. Levelled, layered and very pretty. S x
tiny tiny tiny? just a note, if you've become a dust mote, please don't think me any meaner if you end in the vacuum cleaner! nice imaginative write, Dee. -c
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mystery of nothingness-and-everything all at once... A very fine meditation, Dee. Esther : ]