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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

PAD - Day 29 What Nobody Knows Poem - No One Knows





No One Knows
No one knows that I am.

Already gone and not quite
yet born –
floating
on a filament
watching – the reshaped
converging coalescing
particles of that me you
create from the flotsam
and reality of your book
of my physicality, as I –
stroll through the plains
of this extra-ordinary life –
whilst dancing in the sand
of Serengeti – melting into
the aquamarine sea under
a scintillating sparkled sun
lazing on a single leaf in the
whispered rustling of green.
No one knows that I am.
Already gone and not quite
yet born –
floating
figuring
it
all
out

5 comments:

  1. Another beautiful piece of existential poetry!

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  2. Beautiful. Shape adds so much to this, Pearl.

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  3. Oh, lovely, Pearl! I can see your character stepping closer to her becoming.

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  4. Oh, this is simply blissful Pearl...and I'm with Nurit...it's existentialist poetry at its loveliest.

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