Fool Circle

As you are...I was,
and as I am...you will be.

Reality free...anything could be.

Deprived innosence,
wrapped around hungry hands...

that cannot understand.

My smile...
broadens,

life has fed my old hands;

and as you are...I was,
but, as I am...you will be, too.

— docmaverick, Aug 16, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

Critiques

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Its always the honesty of

Its always the honesty of your words that touch me the most ... Deprived innosence,--- is this meant to be inner sense or innocence ? cause either would work wrapped around hungry hands… Really great write ... Love Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

docmaverick

16 years 9 months ago

Thanks, Jayne....

...for the gracious remarks. It was a short write, but just something I felt. "Write On"! sincerely, #{:>{)}8==== docmaverick.

Kenneth Sharp

16 years 9 months ago

I liked this piece. It

I liked this piece. It presents itself to me as exposing the cyclical nature of 'exposure' through existing, with all of its effects.

docmaverick

16 years 9 months ago

An astute observation....

...and an eloquent way of stating it. Thank you very much for the kind remark, Ken. I am happy that you enjoyed the piece. "Write On"! sincerely, #{:>{)}8==== docmaverick.