A Dot.

This is a poem dedicated to my friend, she is blissfully bright as the moon but tends to hide behind the clouds.

Have you ever asked yourself “Why am I writing this? What will it show?”

Each story or piece of writing a subconscious meaning.

Just waiting to be shared, waiting and waiting.

Will you listen to it?

 

Imagine a dot. A simple black dot, curved to perfection.

Each speck of the dot is the perfect shade of hollow grey,

Rounded to be shared on a piece of paper for others to

Admire and look at. Who would admire a dot?

 

This dot isn’t simple. I have lied. This dot is more than simple,

It is very complex and well thought out. The average human

Mind would look at the dot and move on. Never to have given it a second thought.

 

But the subconscious will keep the dot in mind, molding it for the future.

“Why is the dot there?” “What is the point of looking at it?”

“Nothing less, nothing more” Are what people have said about this dot.

To them, a dot is a dot. One response caught my attention.

“The End, is what I’d see” was the reply.

 

I wasn’t thinking the words ‘The End’. A dot can mean the beginning also.

The End, two words that changed the view of this dot and what I

was thinking. Which made my think, Why End it there?

 

“You know. A dot looks like a period and a period is always at the end.”

Spoken by someone who obviously was thinking more. They just didn’t know it.

The period is a mark for the end of a sentence, which is basically a dot. The dot

Can transform words into a sentence, a sentence into a poem, a poem into a story,

A story into a book, a book into a journal, a journal into a movie, and a movie

Into history. All because of a dot.

 

I clearly wasn’t thinking ‘The End’ at first but now I want to know more.

You can turn a dot into amazing art or a never ending tale. Why use it

As a symbol for ‘The End’, when its clearly not true.

 

A complicated tiny crouched figured, rounded dot, shaped and molded.

Formed into a short line, with a strong grey coloring that almost looks black.

Made from a speck from the naked eye., to most, a Dot is a Dot.

To other, a dot is history in the making.

Everything  can be traced back to a dot. A subconscious thought.

A simply compelling dot.,but after all a Dot is still a Dot.

The mind is what turns it into something more.

Like this poem for example. All started because of a Dot.

 

“The End” 

Reviews

[Chris]

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[Lily Mae]

Excellent and I hope this conveys the importance of the dot to your friend..x