Realization by Elizabetta

Reaching out toward
stretching, searching for
the distant horizon
toward
the beauty and grace
that is all that I can see
that is so much more
than what I have
reaching
Then finding that
it's hollow pleasure
beautiful based
on the predication
that its left alone
and admired from afar
so long as I know
I am unable to touch
unworthy to obtain

but when something within,
an internal tenaciousness
lets my limb extend
my hand falls upon
then right through
and I struggle to learn
that all that glitters
is not gold

lasohnda harris (12.229.199.53) -- Saturday, March 8 2003, 08:57 pm

nice
this wa an excllent poem that was swimming in your mind

MartinV (63.208.62.25) -- Friday, March 14 2003, 08:46 pm

You write softly and delicately, lovely, like a feather floats
Elizabetta,

Touching, but not feeling, its your heart that sees, not your eyes. I feel, what your heart sees and better to trust your heart than your eyes. I also sense the struggle that you are going through, to find more than, thin air, you are worthy of "solid gold."

Another beautiful poem.
Thank You

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