Short Detached Poems
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At times I
am, a detached girl
secluded,
wings folded,
seeking a deep enlightment _
spiritual peace.
Alone in this world;
Refuse to accept what is;
My chest feels heavy.
Reminded through others lives,
I'll always be; fatherless.
Standing apart
from truth
Life came
into focus
Its burden
had lifted
Detached
— I was free
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
true happiness is to have
no ambition
but to work like a horse
as if you have every ambition
immersed in the moment
detached attachment
To the one too good
Too transcendent
Too detached
Too soft
Too yamaka
For those who would
Thanks for helping me
in programming class
Detached from the heart
Blinded by fear, led by greed
Shallow minds lay waste
Tainting words with foul actions
Careless of those who mean them
What is this meat that hangs upon my bones?
this fragile shell.
All of this to transport my computer in the skull.
Yet I feel so detached from it.
Form:
Striae eyes
Cornea detached
Crimson tears
Pupils stretched
Frazzled iris
Blinded white
Pressure builds
Salty sight
vibrant yet detached
from desires and outcomes
we go through play of life in motion
softened attention internalised
radiating love, light and bliss
The first thing we see,
before beholding objects,
is the boundless womb of space.
Do we dare to leap,
in this enigmatic void,
omnipresent yet detached?
For me the concepts of love and lust are synonymous.
Them being the same keeps things from being monotonous,
All while we each remain healthily detached and autonomous.
Ere as far echo, faded
Having of whose call
For to run and hide
Already replied
Felt as by it left alone
The whole universe.
And did I cry? No!
That safe detached.O!
Hovering somewhere
at times alongside
betimes even over
Detached
out of sync
removed from
A world once so important
~ mocks my very existence
Computer
Thinking machine
Quickly access information
Detached, indifference, inexpressive, objectivity
Superhuman
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain
Neither any hope
nor an expectancy.
No loss, no gain, no demand.
Feelings are detached.
In last phase everything
has gone obsolete.
Distored thoughts.
birds take flight in flocks.
so detached, in touch with a tight grasp.
a flask with a few intoxicating drops.
whispers scream from inside this nightmares dream.
The
missive
came, posted
from my home town.
Detached, I laid it aside for awhile.
A week passed, I unearthed the envelope.
She will arrive
on the train
today!
Mom.
Cast your shadow
Before me that I may follow
May I drink from the well of your love
Cool as rain from above
Command my will
Like time commands my heels.
Detached from You
All that I am is death!
Earth, somewhat of Heaven
For loving thought
As a sweet angelic influence
O'ershadowed is;
Our beloved, close behind
As what trails for.
If but of its angel's wing detached.
What blows for this.
You detached me from your regard.
You devalued me with your unkindness.
Your unapologetic apathy underscored my uselessness.
But, when you told me to get out, you were redundant.
I was already gone.
Form:
A silhouette detached from stone,
It mimics walking, yet is boneless,
With amethyst and indigo grown,
A silent, shapeless, velvet witness.
It drinks the light to build a cage,
A copy on a painted stage.
privileged
sublime
surreal
dreams
strange
detached
zeitgeist
circular
bizarre
blissfully
isolated
translucent
labyrinthine
insightful
extravaganzas
of
eccentricities
A leaf weaving its way
down a flowing stream
skitters windswept 'cross
an autumnal lawn
Once detached from a twig
its life far too brief
teasing undying belief
~ as green turns to grief
detached compassion
employs no use of force
observing how winds blow
and rivers run their own course
as a part of the landscape
exuding fragrance of a rose
suffused in divine bliss mists
the monk remains in repose
Docile on the cotton,
Detached from reality,
And all that should be;
Adult life,
Move,
An inch,
Please,
I beg of you,
Of me,
Me,
Churn the gears,
Within;
Churn them,
One click at a time,
Make me,
Me,
Just go.