Hmmm...
Makes ya think.

Insightful. And very, very deep. I think you've made a powerful statement here, Seht.

Thank you... I am glad you like my words.

Just out of curiosity... in what way do you find it deep and statement-ful? I ask because everybody's reading of a poem is different... and I've experienced people say directly to me that their reading of a poem of mine is quite other to my original intention for it... so, I'm curious...

Took me a week to reply to you about this.

For me, it's echoing my way of doing things. I like to make people feel at their ease. I have developed a manner that means I get a lot of folks thinking I'm something other than I am. Your work feels like an image of what I feel. I'd expand on this, but not here. :)

Tabor hops over and gives the dragon a small bunny hug.

*the dragon smiles and hugs the bunny warmly, purrring deeply* Thankee, old friend. :)

powerful indeed. It may be my theatre background, but it reminds me of a short story I read in high school about a genious method actor who, when he became unstable and was committed at the end of his life, ran backwards through the roles he had played on stage and then was . . . nobody. It's been along time ago, so I don't remember if he ended up catatonic or just vanished. I read this and think maybe they just couldn't see him. *grin*

Bullseye. Hiding so well from everything you hide from and lose yourself... It's a tragic way of things.

Simple yet deep. Sounds good to me!

*sighs... what can I add that has not been said?

I will say that I saw it as someone who has had to 'be' different people in his life - so much so that he has forgotten who he really is.

*smiles... I saw Peter Sellers on the Muppets one night... and he said; 'There is no real me... I had it surgicly removed years ago.'

V.

I almost posted that, about Sellers on the Muppets, then saw you already had. It's on youtube, definitely worth a click: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSJc72OC7Dg

The other thing I'm reminded of by the poem is how disappointed I was when I read A Spell for Chameleon, one of the Xanth books by Piers Anthony. My idea of a chameleon's magic, and the dangers of that magic, was more like this poem: the changing oneself until one loses oneself.

*smiles and wiggles her fingers... e.s.p... spooky isn't it?

Nice depth of thought in simple language. >^_^<

*smiles and blushes, and bobs his head in thanks for the tigress's kind words - and everybody else's*

Mmmm... the Buk was a big influence on me... *grins sheepishly*

So much message in so few words. Very powerful. I not much into poetry, but I enjoyed reading this.

Thank you for your kind words. *bows* I am honoured that you enjoyed reading.

You're welcome.

A very different sort of poem I wrote a long time ago ended with the same line ("I am nothing"). Actually, it was "houned ous" since I was writing in one of my created languages, but it translated to "I am nothing". More telegraphed, though, since that was the title as well.

*nods* I should love to read that - in English, I fear...

Really, it wasn't so much that I'm nothing, explicitly, but that I'm so accustomed to being what I think other people want me to be that I've lost whatever truth of myself I ever had... which is pretty much the equivalent of being nothing.

Things aren't so bad, though, these days.