Ancients gazed to heaven and detected dots
Winking points of light became connected dots
Embracing in a field of forget me nots
Devoted lovers dwell within dilated dots
The frame that sets our vision leaves a world without
Silent, unseen shadows – disconnected dots
The static on the edge requests of patriots
To trace their borders well beyond selected dots
My name does not determine who my friends are not
Nor ought my place of birth impose rejected dots
Brad Frederiksen, Sydney, Australia
1 comment:
I like all the different perspectives on "dots".
My first favorite is the second stanza. But I will have to return.
Btw: I got to this poem because it was linked to this:Anaïs: Christmas 2008
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