Pulling Strings
CXXXVIII.
Who pulls your strings?
Others or yourself?
It's a DIY question!
Worth answering oneself!
Burt Bacharach ~ Don't Make Me Over
If we would fly
We must first
Remove
Our lead-soled shoes.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Thump the rind
And press it with
Your fingertips.
I think
I'm getting ripe.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Fellow Man
I feel akin to you,
One skin with you
And yet
Remote,
Separate light-years apart
As galaxies from one another,
Making up a Universe
Whose principle ingredient
Is space.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I've not found it yet.
Have you?
But we must be getting near.
Before, shadows overwhelmed.
Now horizons disappear
Which would interfere
With view.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
The perfect reality
Needs be
Unaware of self.
Self-awareness is but
Shadow or reflection.
Antithesis of
That perfection
Casting it.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Dionne Warwick ~ Don't Make Me Over
It need not try,
It need not speak.
Its truth resounds.
It simply is, abides.
Now, it is my own.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Your presence
Delights my eyes,
Sparks my thought.
Signifies meaning,
Deep;
Though late,
Unknown.
(wonder how many over 200 hubs before the accolade is changed . . . )
