I see multiple dimensions
in seeming simplicity
amplified happiness
deep valleys of sorrow
a painful realization
of being different
in detachment
sunlight radiates joy
while the sun burns
fire spreads warmth
the source exhumes itself.
I wish I was a poem
not the poet.
(44 words)
Poem One for Me – dverse Quadrille
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The poet IS the poem!
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Perfect!
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I think we can be both poet and poem… we just have to write the roads we walk.
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Agree. Thanks!
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Nice description of sorrow with these words “different
in detachment”.
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Thanks! Detachment just places you in a different slot.
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Nice! Your whole life is a poem! You have your wish!!
Dwight
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Thanks!
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But your life is a poem, Reena. You live your words.
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Thanks for adding that perspective.
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I feel similarly.
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All of us do – in different frameworks of thought.
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