Feet On The Desk Poem by Jake Tadla

(Inspired by the novel “The Little Prince”)


As I stand on cold vinyl,
Eyes fixed on the television
And colors mixed to proclaim beauty,
I only capture as if ‘twas yesterday’s.

Head’s up on the clock;
Shorty will be after eleven
And long is on three.
Light is my halo switched on.

Various hues shout their presence.
Ranging from red, green and blue
And all combinations therein,
Fit their selves on my retina.

But since time immemorial
I’m seeing all just the same.
Though new things flashed
Same strokes, only not the combinations.

Never did I felt tired at anytime
Though it may seem exhausting.
Blinks on many degrees
Blinded me to ant’s eternity.

Steps on comfortable sand
Did not entertained a thought
Of making even a short trail
On fiery grounds of stone.

Ratio’s risk to all and success
Or the nothingness not promised.
But seagulls proved it at best
That fishes are only after few dives.

It may look suicide to ostriches
But it means life to the former.
Getting out of consolation
Is worth all or nothing at all.

As our little prince’s friend said,
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Standing on foreign land.

One though of seeing all that there is
Upon where he stands at the moment,
Disregarding the colors of vagueness
Or the value of a small boy.