Polka Dots

Speak to me with yellow words

Studded with pink polka dots

Write me wordless sonnets

Hear me with your eyes

Hold me with your thoughts

Sculpt me without hands

Paint me without colors

Know me without knowing

Well? I am waiting.

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

What a riotous fantasia. You are into the land of the metaphysical here where everything slips and slides into the surreal and nothing is everything, everything nothing. Marvellous stuff.

That line 'know me without knowing' is really interesting as it suggests something other than intellect/rationality etc. Instincts are maybe far more active in our lives than we ever know. Maybe it is a soft form of knowing, more subtle.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

You understand and explain this much better than I could if asked :) Sometimes when people ask me what I was thinking or what I meant by something in these sorts of poems, I have inadequate answers...it just turned out the way it did :) Do you find that to be true too?

[R J Askew]

Yep, sometimes it is not our reason that is doing the writing, but maybe our instincts. And yes, sometimes those who goad us in some way do deserve a word of thanks if they inspire a sharp write. But it is best not to volunteer it, as even that may be turned against us.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh no, I reserve my Thank-You notes for my own mind to enjoy..sometimes I mentally send them from the mini-version of myself in my head to their min-version, but of course that's all nonsense !

[R J Askew]

A sweet satisfaction!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:)

[White Ink]

i could listen to this already.. its like a sweet song! very lovely indeed :)

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank you!

[Marie]

You want to be felt without touching...I see...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Yes :)