Seema Mar 22
I stood before the gods
But none had time to see me
I was kept with the odds
For unlikely reasons, may be
Besides, I am just a feather
Floating with the delirious winds
I hope to be together
But I've lost all my kins
Far and further, I rest on a tree
And see crowds gather
Fortunately, I am free
Camouflaging in this weather
Dirt and dust cover me dearly
Making a coat of foundation
It's hard to make out clearly
So, now I am in fashion
Lots sit or stick out from hats
Dipped in ink, the fancy quills
Decorated in fine mats
Processed in mills
But I am just a part of someone
Whom I've lost in a matter of time
Everyday bored watching the sun
Wonder, what was my bearers crime!


©sim
Inspired by a floating feather.
hannah Feb 11
I see you walk through the halls with her
She wears your new jacket
She wears your new smile
She wears your new life
Do you recognize me
I wear your old jacket
I wear your old smile
I wear your old life
I wear you no more
I wear a stranger that you no longer know
Stephen Rutledge Apr 2017
As I glance within that antique mirror I peer beyond what tangible visage is reflected,
Beyond that secure facade,
Upon distortion of an identity, afar from all familiarity,
A dissimilar being, of once unprecedented purpose,

For, fine china does not break to reassemble,
For, you and I are never to be as we once were.
George Krokos Apr 2017
It is the God in me that seeks to find the same in you
so God may recognise the Oneness of being that’s true.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Elysian Dreams Dec 2016
I recognise you,
I know you from somewhere
I don't know where, but somewhere
Maybe I don't need to know
Maybe I can't know
Maybe knowing will ruin this, the present moment
And that would be a shame, wouldn't it?
Scarlet Keiller May 2016
Those three words;
hurt me, burn
me, know me.
Desolate delight. I
will burden you
with identity. I
will ache for
my divine shadows
to return. Yet
the clouds parted
and I saw
truth, some strange
recognition within, brought
by my thoughts.
"I know you."
~~ Language is the love of my life. Maybe you are my language. ~~

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