Monday, December 5, 2011

In Response to~Gooseberry Poetry Picnic~Week~16~I am Nothing

I am nothing
I am but a speck of dust
My life my soul my spirit
Is not mine
I am but a form
My body my shape my self
Is not mine;
I am but a sound
My music my note my tune
Is not mine
I am but a smile
my face my eyes, my looks
are not mine
I am but a thought
my idea my vision my purpose
Is for the Heaven
The Pure The Holy The Forever
I am, but  Love
Love that is just
I am but a speck of dust.


9 comments:

  1. This is powerful.
    love your title/take.

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  2. magical imagery....
    full of humbleness

    loved it to the core :)
    thanks for sharing

    Rohit
    floating-expressions

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  3. The structure is well chosen. It gives the poem strength and authority. A well-crafted piece that compels attention.

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  4. But what a lovely speck you are in His eyes. Beautiful write!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/04/then-snared/

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  5. Dear Friends Cello Strings Morning Rohit, Dave King Marbles in My Pocket
    Thank You all so much for the most encouraging appreciation.

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  6. Nicely done. Such a spirituality in this one.
    Just a speck of dust ... wonderful.

    Namaste

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  7. ah, but the poem is yours...nicely done

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