A Poem by Paza


Searching for something, anything
That will tell me what I want,
What I need to know
Like the child pulling petals
From a fresh picked daisy,
He loves me, he loves me not...
Like the lunatic who sees
The Virgin Mary in the crumbs
Of the burnt slice of toast..
How much different am I?
Thinking the turn of a card,
A song on a just switched radio
Will give me a message,
Will tell me…
Looking for oracles in anything,
And everything that comes my way.
Attempting to see, struggling to divine
That which you cannot, or will not tell me,

© 2008 Paza

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Big wow, this was on spot. I have actually done this and felt like you were telling my story. The metaphore was excellent and well placed. I enjoyed this poem and will be coming back for more. Thank you for the wonderful contribution. Barb

Posted 9 Years Ago

This sounds familiar. Feeling lost, looking for a sign a direction in anything and everything. I like this piece. It is honest. It has a hint of self doubt but it is caused only by another who will not express their feelings or thoughts. Great expression.

Posted 9 Years Ago

You sound normal to me, Paza. Maybe our minds just work similar, but I sometimes notice things that make me think they might be signs.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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