My life
My life fits into sixty words
the who, the what, the where.
But where in that is me?
The why, the how, the who
of me
the hopes and prayers
the dreads and fears
the thoughts and deeds
the lies and truths
the real and lost...
the glimmer within
that dares to dream.
My life fits in a thousand years,
just.
8 comments:
'where in that is me?' I reckon we've all asked that at some point. I like your 60 words :-)
What a great poem! The "who" and "what" are the easy parts, but they don't really describe a person do they.
By the way, I also look in the mirror sometimes and wonder, too, just who that person is looking back at me.
I love this. I should try doing this.
Thanks, all.
Welcome, RET!
Great poem. It alludes to so much in just a few lines.
Wow Liz - great stuff! I don't have a kindle so missed out on your novel but would love to read it. Any idea whether other forms are soon to be available?
Certainly, I'll get a life.
Really short though.
And even more so, due to
Procrastination ;-)
I'm not really a poet, nick, so very rarely venture into that world!
I've ordered the first paperback version, mrs n, and if it's all right I'll broadcast the details - but it will be expensive!
Neat, stu.
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