Prickmedainty Poetry

Playing with Zeroes

Sometimes I feel like I'm just playing with zeroes,

airborne dreams encapsulated in a bubble's space.

Is there anything really there beyond a breath?

I like to think there's faerie airs inside—

an iridescent hiccup of the fantastic!

So I will hold fast to my opal thoughts.

I will not drop my phial of sequin dust.

After all—

the mighty oak tree was once but

a mirage in the nut, and

the acorn's heart

a transcendent zero

nourished

to fruition <>*<>