Strange shape shifting sight
Tastes tart yet sweetness softens
The edge of World. Strange.
- Author: sylviasearcher ( Offline)
- Published: February 27th, 2019 03:05
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Strange shape shifting sight
Tastes tart yet sweetness softens
The edge of World. Strange.
Comments4
Not really sure what to make of it - but do you know what? - I really love it.
Thanks I think. I guess it was strange after all!
Not a criticism - in fact I think I can see through it after another read but not sure if my take is what was intended but it doesn't matter anyway.
And therein lies the strange beauty. Shades of meaning evading capture, changing with every blink and breath.
Maybe?
tis a strange world indeed, and filled with strangers, some of whom become friends.... strange indeed.. I am just listening to Wolf Alice ... now that is strange too........... Neville
Not sure I have listened to Wolf Alice. Does that mean I’m missing out?
hello sylviasercher, yes you need listen....
Yes strange indeed.
On very old maps when they didn't know the world was round at the edge of the world was written "HERE BE DRAGONS!"
Where did the dragons go once they discovered the world wasn’t flat?
No wonder they keep capturing princesses!
There is still a group called "The Flat Earth Society".
Yes I know. There was also a debate in the House of Lords a few months ago as some Psychologists had tried to explain that Dyslexia is the same or reading difficulties and that the important thing is understanding the barrier not a label. Anyway a right honourable lord suggested that the next thing they might tell their residents was that the Earth was flat. It made me chuckle.
Knowledge is an interesting thing.
It is all socially constructed after all.
Strange World.
Sorry distracted by the flat earth tale...
Discussion is good. I am run a Poetry Society that meets once a month, we have a subject each time where we read or write poems about that subject. On most occasions we do not always keep on the subject in our discussions and go flying off on tangents on all sorts of subjects before coming back to the next poem. It is a great group of people.
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