Losing Myself Inside a Japanese Wood Poppy

Stepping inside a Japanese wood poppy
I took leave of myself
As some mad man might veer off the highway to work
Only to find himself fishing
Along the banks of an idyllic stream

Not often enough we surrender ourselves
To that something larger
Contained in even the smallest thing
Like a tiny blade of grass
Or the petal of a spring daffodil

Why quibble over a name, or anything
Standing between you and beauty
‘Tis better to be naked of all words
Even poetry
Than miss a flower’s healing kiss

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D.

Biography Writer, photographer, poet, and teacher. Holds doctorates in Divinity and Metaphysical Philosophy. Author of 20 books, including seven poetry books, nine photography, and four nonfiction books. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com

18 thoughts on “Losing Myself Inside a Japanese Wood Poppy”

  1. Those moments when experience transcends our ability to articulate to someone else or even to ourselves are something I cherish. Such experiences point to someting of the glory of our Creator, I think.

  2. This poem was extraordinarily beautiful for me, because the finding of it was so ‘timely’.

    Thank you so much.

  3. these moments are so amazing…when truly we have lost ourselves and found ourselves at the same time…converged in a poppy…or seeing our blood running through the veins of a leaf…beautiful poetry…amazing photography!

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