This morning I woke up,
And all the stuff
That happened yesterday
Seemed oh so far away...
Why, good grief, can’t it stay that way?
Sure! Go laugh with him,
And I’ll be silence over here.
I try to focus, yet I’m so abstracted.
Laissez faire, hands off—don’t blink!
Love is like a stethoscope, by the way.
My feelings are so hidden, remote;
Like when Leeuwenhoek
First found tiny microbes
Under the skin, unknown to eyes,
So my heart is undetected; it's wishing you’d stay.
4X,10X: Parkinson’s.
Searching, scanning: Overwhelmed.
Naked eye: Flesh, blood, bones.
Your heart, my mind: ... Fusion.
I think you mean a microscope (not stethoscope) . But bonus points for mentioning Leeuwenhoek in a poem! -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a sequel! ! I love it...I feel so honored. I see SOMEones been enjoying scilit! ! -landrey