Becoming Other

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Becoming Other.

 

I have woken in many a dawn
and with first light have flown from my window
of "self" to become another,
a robin or fawn or fox trotting home,      
then in following buzz of a bee pollen-nosing
I become for a moment sodden in gold.


My joy in finding oneness with else
needs but for asking when as one world seems
close to similar all nature unveils  
alchemic changes to those who reveal
felt desire for transmutation to things denser 
as losing the "I" fuses dimension fields.

Pride decreases as awe decrees

when reaching for otherness thought  

of how earth's many  life-forms succeed . 

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  • orchidee

    This is an-other good write Fay!

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thank you dear Orchi.

    • Bella Shepard

      Looking at the picture you have chosen, my body just relaxed. Such peace, and such beautiful imagery to evoke our oneness with all of nature, our connection to every living thing. "nosing for pollen, sodden in gold", solid gold words. This is such a fav dear friend.

      • Fay Slimm.

        You honour my work with your constant support dear Bella - and am delighted you found peace while reading the verse I name as Becoming Other.

      • MendedFences27

        "Transmutation" by "losing the I," to empathize with "Other" of Nature's creatures. Your poem takes us out of life's humdrum to escape into this world of "Others." A lovely way to begin my poetic journey. - Phil A.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Yes we can learn much by looking and feeling other lives we shall earth with dear Phil - - thank you so much for your considered comment on Becoming Other.

        • Neville


          if you originally poemed this blinda on paper and in ink .. then I want you to place an order for a dozen bottles of it write now & post it to me .. address to folla .. You just wrote magic my fine literary friend x

          • Fay Slimm.

            Oh methinks you do spoil me mine Sire -- but I like it ---- and twelve full bottles of infused transmutation coming your way providing you lose your "I" of course. - - if only we could read the minds of littler creatures eh - - bless ya for liking my bita dreaming..............x



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