Looking for me is useless,
If you find me, I am not
able to pass my hand
through your image
without breaking the illusion.
Stand in front of me, scream.
It is still you screaming.
I am always inside my skin,
me! over and over.
Yes, I have many words,
strung together they become
the moment it takes to write,
only one slice
until we eat it.
That's where
I'm always found,
chewing slowly
a melancholy movie,
dancing daisies,
collapsing buildings,
the smell of bread baking,
transparent people,
magazines and
little bites of entire cities
until I can swallow the sky.
There's only one comment that comes to mind...PUBLISH THIS! ! ! xxElysabeth
The analogy we are what we eat is equally applied to we exist because we think. Cheryl goes a bit further and suggests existence is the sum of all experience, past, present and future. A big bite to chew but Pittsburg isn't exactly a country village either... Love the thought progression. Rgds, Ivan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So empowering, consuming the world thru poetry. If anyone can do it, it is you.