Drifting
By lavendar_lover
What if I were a cloud
drifting along in the springtime
caressing the sky with my
gentle emptiness
moving together and apart
into shapes of animals, plants, places, feelings
and whatever else people see
when they look at me
identity in purposelessness
there is nothing to do, no one to impress
molecules of my wishes dispersed over miles of endless blue
seeking to find each other in solid form
where am I in 60, 600, 6000 seconds?
it’s none of my concern
my mind has evaporated into droplets of sweet, aching surrender
basking in blissful aimlessness
Even luscious, silky boxes wrapped
with carefully crafted ribbons cannot contain my forever-changing heart
which longs to spend my days
blowing kisses at the stars
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Copyright 2020 lavendar_lover
Published on Thursday, May 21, 2020.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Monday, June 15, 2020, Princeton
(18) wrote:
I think you would love, "The Cloud" by Percy Shelly. He shares a similar thought.
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On Thursday, May 21, 2020, Queazenart
(212) wrote:
Hey... This is pretty good. Love the statement "identity is purposelessness". There's a sense of freedom and ease that came come along with ceasing to care. Thanks for sharing.