"People often take what they do to be the measure of who they are. If they are not doing something...they lose touch with the feeling of existence...as if the gap in action signified a gap in themselves."
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| Blue Wings. Constant Motion. |
This Programmed Life
This programmed life
dizzying
rushed
overwhelming
Alarms, reminders, lists make me whole.
I know I'm busy. I know I'm fine.
When I know I'm busy, I know I'm fine.
The threat is Nothing.
Schedules can't afford to slip
the threat is near.
Endless power of Nothing
that looks in a mirror
sees itself
reflects me.
my fear is the familiarity
of the stagnant
stationary
face:
Me
with Nothing
is nothing.
I push from this lull
to something
too many somethings
until Nothing can't hold
even as a memory
not me.
More tasks and work
ideas, things, words
to keep myself full
with Nothing
never a possibility
So I am always something
powerless with somethings.
Surface glances at mirrors
hiding Nothing behind them.
My reflection fleeting
my image always doing
something
I can relate to.
Always relate to.
Until the somethings
all reflect
me
No place
for fear
for fear
or Nothing or
me.
Doing. Doing
until I am free.
No room for Nothing
No room for Me.
photography and poem by LyndiaP December 7, 2010
(submitted to Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck - Week 13)
(submitted to Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck - Week 13)
very elegant writing.
ReplyDeletelove the flow.
and your words speak and spread a beautiful message.
Thanks for sharing it with potluck!
A+
I have red somewhere that we are supposed to be human beings, and not human doings. Thanks for this. Very thought provoking. - bill
ReplyDeleteWe are so much more than what we do... but what we do seems to take up so much of who we really are.
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem.
and thats how society travels.. nice write! mine's here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/15/head/
ReplyDeleteHave a fantastic day.
ReplyDeleteAward/Treats 4 Poetic Friends of Jingle, Happy Thursday!