Environment Stories & Memoirs: In Response to~Gooseberry Poetry Picnic~Week~16~I am Nothing

Monday, December 5, 2011

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.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...: This is powerful.
love your title/take.; December 5, 2011 at 3:57 PM
Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...: love it.

:); December 5, 2011 at 7:06 PM
Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...: love it.

:); December 5, 2011 at 7:06 PM
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; December 6, 2011 at 2:24 AM
Dave King said...: The structure is well chosen. It gives the poem strength and authority. A well-crafted piece that compels attention.; December 6, 2011 at 4:07 AM
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/; December 6, 2011 at 5:19 AM
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.; December 6, 2011 at 6:15 AM
Chèvrefeuille said...: Nicely done. Such a spirituality in this one.
Just a speck of dust ... wonderful.

Namaste; December 6, 2011 at 6:42 AM
Charlie Parant said...: ah, but the poem is yours...nicely done; December 6, 2011 at 5:59 PM