……………………….I am nothing
………………………nor am I living
upon the dirt…i belong
upon the dirt…i’ll be strong
………………………..I’m but a dust
……………………who dares for a trust
unto this ground… I remain
unto this ground …I don’t restrain
………………………… I have no sight
…………………….but fought with might
from a piece of me… it was a pain
from a piece of me…was I to gain
…………………………I’m but a dust
……………………….exist from a gust
born out of the wind…I have flown
born out of the wind… into the air is sown
………………………….I have no world
………………….but can live a hundred fold
I’m but a dust…so tiny and small
I’m but a dust…in your eyes, for tears to fall
in acrylic painting by suzette portes san jose
The reader will find this to be a fine exemplar of this author’s inimitable poetic metier.
thank you Sir Louise… every word expressed from our heart has its own life breathe the air we are breathing just as it takes a part of who we are… thank you Sir… 🙂
Lovely painting! A candid and confessional poem.
the visions of words dear friend Vijay are conveyed with the truth from the heart…thank you dear friend 🙂