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:

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

This is powerful.
love your title/take.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

love it.

:)

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

love it.

:)

Rohit_blogger at http://floating-expressions.blogspot.in/ said...

magical imagery....
full of humbleness

loved it to the core :)
thanks for sharing

Rohit
floating-expressions

Dave King said...

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

Marbles in My Pocket said...

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

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

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

Chèvrefeuille said...

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

Namaste

Charlie Parant said...

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

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