2012/06/17

Puddle


Yes, we can see it when looking up 
But it is not ours 
The sky is too wide 
It belongs to the heavens.

Looking down on rough and puddled ground 
Our eyes embrace it 
Fitting our limitations 
The heavens grant it to us 

I can share greatness with you 
Not of me 
But to me
    Given to be passed on

Thanks to The Mag

8 comments:

Jinksy said...

I can share greatness with you

*smiles* - thank you!

Brian Miller said...

nice...it is given to be passed on....i like the though too on the heavens being too wide so we look for it in earth bound frames...

Tess Kincaid said...

It belongs to the heavens indeed...beautiful...

Linda said...
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Linda said...

I love your attitude and the belonging of your poem. Heavenly! Thank you for sharing, DCW. (I had the name wrong. Apologies.

Catfish Tales said...

So true...we are indeed little ants gazing at fragments of perspective

Grace said...

You captured the perspective of the artist, both outside and inside. And I like that it is to be passed on ~

Lovely header too ~

Helena said...

Captivating images!

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