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they tell me the ocean is too vast
and yet i float surprisingly still
in this satellite-observed nowhere
reflecting for my own instruction
the solar tentacles of knowledge
i see what i want not what i need
and time passes as blunt as ever
never involved just movement
enough to pretend i breathe
so an occasional mirror fogs
with snippets of illusion
on good days with the obvious
menu from the sideline
i’m relatively happy
though this emptiness
blurs deeper colors
so all reconsidered i bring
myself head first above water
to ask who’s playing with my strings

©miguel lamiel

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  • Catherine Berger
    Catherine Bergerabout 2 years ago

    A lovely write Miguel. Wish you happiness and an answer to your question. :-)

  • Thanks, Cathy. I wrote this a while back, but since I’m going through reverse culture shock…it seemed pertinent again. Am happy (relatively) :-)))

    – lamiel

  • sandra .
    sandra .about 2 years ago

    A friend told me that those who look through a camera lens can truly see, I think you have ‘seen’ these words perfectly Miguel. A poem full of visuals that create a mind image…kind of interesting, the circular way of the poet, artist…a lovely share
    Sandra x

  • Thanks, Sandra, I much appreciate your feedback. :-)

    – lamiel

  • Valerie Rosen
    Valerie Rosenabout 2 years ago

    briliant! has a great rhythm! :-))

  • Muchas gracias, Val. This is my ‘wordy’ side. :-))

    – lamiel

  • Valerie Rosen
    Valerie Rosenabout 2 years ago

    I like your wordy side…muah! :-)

  • :-)) am blushing

    – lamiel

  • sannemarie
    sannemarieabout 1 year ago

    beautiful poem.It grapped me,because i’m feeling the words..

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