Dots
It all starts with a tap
A tiny dot.
A detail
As we drag along we add another
And another
Until a dot becomes a line.
A pattern
A relation
And a meaning
One line becomes two
Becomes 3
Becomes 4
Line upon line we keep drawing our lives
Each line made of a million dots
A million designs
And these lines we draw with the pencil of our bodies and our minds
We are drawing hands holding and bodies folding in our quest to find perfection for molding
with these Billions of dots stretched into lines
woven together we find
Love
But love is not in the dots you see
and It's not in the lines
It's in the picture we painted between them
so this pencil we draw with then
It too must be made of lines
Lines made of tiny dots shaking with all the fire of the life
Tiny shots in the dark at what life must be like
it started with a dot
It all started with Atom.
From its very first Adam
Stretched into lines and lives and all of the above
Drawn out by the universe
An artist with dreams greater than we can imagine
and we are a page in its sketchbook
a picture of hands holding and bodies folding
Which makes me think
Maybe in a universe we believe to be cold
We
Are love
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FAN...BLOODY...TASTIC!
".....and we are a page in its sketchbook...." what a line!
Aaron I love the way you look at things. Your view seems initially to be so complex and yet when you look closely it is so simplistic and so damned real. This is a fantastic write :D
Sue Birch xx
Thank you susan. I think my poetry spawned from the difficulty Ive always had expressing my view of things. It's often so different that it took a great deal of explaining. And that explaining turned into poetry.
Im really glad you enjoy my poetry
Hi,
I enjoy reading things that pose a lot of questions and challenge the normal thoughts and whatever have been told or said,
i do think that it is not just the Dots that matter but the thought running through your heart the moment the Dots are born that counts...energies though invisible and unpopular count a lot and contribute greatly to everything somehow and someway. Poetry is the only freedom i know .. i just wish everyone would become a victim of poetry .. it is so magical..simplicity is in every original thing... i LOVED the poem... Love is the puzzle ... what is the key then..
Pepper.
Very insightful
Poetry is a great tool for thought to me
to feel, and then take apart the feeling and express the precision of it
the exact, complicated feeling
Love has millions of potential meanings
wisdom does as well
one word is not enough to show what you mean
But indeed
what is the key?
Take apart the feeling, and express the precision. Wow Aaron, that's a lot of talent. I didn't know that was possible.....you would have to enlighten me...if you do not mind.
It is true words are never sufficient to translate emotions .....but we still have to back them up with actions...even though that too is never enough........
The KEY, I think the secrecy of that key is what has kept life going.....and interesting........it still remains the puzzle.
I enjoy reading you....your poems.........your style.
Pepper.
My favorite poem i wrote is "a second"
it is a perfect example of what i mean
to truly express that single feeling in all its complexity. a realization and understanding.
words are not perfect, but they are all we have
and all i can do is share a tiny piece of me with you
It's true though, my poems are more of a conversation than any arrangement. they are a bridge, a connection, rather than anything of their own they are jsut the description of a thought. a minds pulse, a hearts beat, put into words.
but a heart beating is an entire body, and simply saying that it beat is not enough
you must describe the way the veins fill with blood, and the way your muscles breathe and tense. you must express the way your brain is kept running and jumping by the air you breathed, spread around by the heart that you have, and its beat
i dont know if that makes sense
it is a drunken explanation
but i hope the message came through
Yes the message came through,...and it made sense..i understand..thanks for sharing..i like your style of writing..it is unique and original..fresh...
i will check out your favorite poem.
Pepper.