in my head i'm digging deep
i'm going down and it's steep
i'm here,
but i'm there
i'm down i'm way under
and i wonder
i'm searching, i'm looking
my mind is boiling over it's cooking
i'm digging a hole
looking for a treasure
and it fulfills my soul
there's no way to measure
that's why i left this place
but you can still see my face
but i'm there, and i'm here
and i'm digging and digging
and dirt is flying
and i'm wigging
and sighing
i'm onto something
it's occupying my mind
and onto it does sing
it does grind
to this thing
it must find
people are standing over the hole
and they wonder what i do
what's my role
and they look at me
and what do they see
they see my face
but i'm digging for a new place
i'm here, but i'm there
and they wonder
and they start throwing rocks and words to get my attention down under
and i feel their assault
and insult
but i can't dropp the shovel because i'm busy
time is running out
you see
no doubt
and i hit the tip of the treasure
that you can't measure
and i have to find its core
its door
so i can't stop
till i find it or dead do i drop
so i'm there, but i'm here
and i can't stop
i can't come back to the ground
no matter how big the rock or sound
so when you are talking to me
i'm there
you see
but i'm here
its real and with rhyming. wonderful write. please read some of mine and comment. :)
amazing rhyming. a real write. please read some of mine. :)
Your poem reminds me of when I was searching, but the truth will set you free.
A nice poetic imagination, Alan. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.
i'm digging a hole looking for a treasure and it fulfills my soul....... a very fine and creative poem, very imaginative and philosophical. thank you dear poet.
You dug your way to your innermost thoughts, . i enjoyed reading your poem. Great imagination! ! thank you dear Poetess. Tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem comes across as imaginatively real, an incessant digging through life, being here and there, seemingly trying to find your inner spirit. Ignoring others trying to get your attention because you are so intent on finding the truth of something you aren't sure of. Truly great poem, you dug your way to your innermost thoughts, sharing them with us. Superb rhythm, imagery fantastic, throughout the poem I felt as if I was going down, down, down. Loved this one. RoseAnn