That was me fifteen years ago
That was me yesterday
This morning when I woke up
That was me when I felt
The only safe place on earth
The ground
Moved in an earthquake
And so my feet did not know
Where to stand
For there is
Nowhere to stand
When you try to be
Naturally pulled
By the natural gravity…
That was me the day I met all of you
One after the other
When I behaved
As the one
Who was not that me
And I felt ridiculous
That was me bowing at myself
Unaware that some sweetness
Lay underneath the simple
Yet perfect surface
That was me
When I considered anyone
Who was not me
Was better somehow or anyway
That was me when I cried
While I laughed
And found out
There was, is
Will be
Only this one
Me.
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16 comments:
Oh! Dulce, that is beautiful beyond the words...ME. And it says SO much about you--about many of us. Oh, how much we ARE alike, us humans, no matter where in the world...
Love
I loved the picture and simple poignancy of the words. We are the only the 'me' to sustain, remain and be there for 'us.'
Joy always dear dear Dulce,
Susan
beautiful thought today dulce...there is only one you...but others are no better...but every once in a while our gravtiy pulls at one another...
"At me"..that line took me where i once was ME..loved this poem Dulce..i mean all ME is shaking at its beauty..:)
the image is very well picked,you do know your way to my heart sweetie..un abrazo fuerte..:))
See? See what I mean? Your words are addictive... because they mean so much to all of us. Your words I read and it is as if I am reading about me. Your words so from inside your soul... as if they are being whispered... and not spoken.
We search for ourselves in so many ways. Sometimes we are searching without realizing it... or realizing what we are searching for. Sometimes we miss the subtle gestures that come from the universe... Sometimes we ache... we cry... sometimes we laugh.
Our surfaces are always perfect for us. And let anyone who looks at you and not see a perfect surface take themselves elsewhere. You are you and that is that... and the rest can go to ruin for all you care.
I see I have missed a little something called the "Blue Death". I shall make my way there, now... and leave you my crazy ramblings...
Big hugs,
Nevine
Poignantly beautiful, Dulce. You express such a profound and deeply moving philosophy...true, there is only one of us, but how far can we trust our own identity? We may show ourselves in different ways, act differently in certain situations, we may be happy, sad or indifferent, but through every stage of our life and with everyone we meet, we are still *me*. Still our soul, still our body.
This was a wonderful, enticing poem, Dulce and a true joy to read.
that was me....
there is a lot of 'that was' in our world, to be in the present moment, making new choices seems like a rare thing. We seem to be in the past or the future for the most part. Lovely poem on awareness of 'me'.
i almost felt embarrassed for you, for some reason, dear dulce, as if you were standing before us and removing your skin. as if your words alone did not convey the 'real' you? can you imagine my relief when you ended with such joy??
i'm finding that this blogging can be rough, particularly if you are thin skinned, as i am. especially if you find that you can't stop your life from flowing out of your hands onto the keyboard, sharing the most intimate things to a crowd of peoples who may not give a damn, or worse yet, will chastise or minimize the work.
i'll get off of my soapbox now...but only to say that i adore you, dear dulce, and i thank you for every bit of life that you've given to me so freely, without you ever realizing it!
This made me cry,
and I thank you with a smile.
That was just beautiful!
I have been reading back through some of your older poetry, and I really love your style!
Thank you for the comment on my blog!
Beautifully written and expressed, Chica. Self love is precious! Me encantó la foto que acompaña la poesía. ¡Esta perfecta!
Dulce, this poem beautifully cuts to the core of all of our (your) vulnerabilities. My interpretation comes from one who is youth in mind and heart, and driving much too quickly into "deep middle age". :)
A wonderful poem....thank you for finding me! I look forward to reading your previous writings this week!
Cheers!
Rick
I absolutely loved your word-play in here and how it added more brilliance to your poem. That was terrific!
this poem offers a wonderful ride through the variations of the self - you are so brave to share with us.
what is that old saying "no matter where you go, there you are."
A couragiously beautiful poem.
Lovely writing as always! :-)
breath taking!
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