We seek conformity in our worlds and walk so easily past what we're really meant to see -- the beauty and the magic of the world. We miss the way flowers grow from between concrete slabs, or the way that the rails of a house rust down the brick and vines cover the deteroriation.
we search for happiness without realizing it is there sitting within us. we strive to gain this and that...while to be content all we need to do is look around at the earth...find the arms of people we love...by seeking- we make it harder for ourselves to find sometimes-
I see a subtle manipulation of the form?? one less syllable in first line to mirror the idea of us seeking patterns and "form" but missing the magic of the words? do I win? haha!
the imagination is lost to the "normality" of the surrounding world. We get up, we go to work, we come home, we sleep, and the cycle continues, leaving little room for magic. Maybe we can create more, after reading poems such as yours.
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..