If there is only one world
One moon and one sun
Why so many flags unfurled
Each of us living under a different one?
Feelings of wellness I fear
Through blind eyes I see the invisible
Truth I hear through a deaf ear
Sensations of logic inexplicable
What is this happieness I show?
Veracity blinds and dialectics defends the illusion
Is it true happieness I don't know
Pain only a relative delusion?
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: March 19th, 2023 05:18
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Nationalism truly will destroy the world
Thanks for your review and comment Ok Waleed
I’ve always taken the view that my reality is subject to many factors, including but not exclusively my size, senses and unconscious choices I make with respect to the information I choose to take or exclude.
You have poetically given that more depth, Soren. Thanks.
Thank you Dave you hit the nail on the head. What got me going was the thought - Would I know I was in pain if that was all that I ever felt, or would I know I was cold if I was never warm? I have talked to people that grew up with not adequate clothing or bedding that said as a child they did not know they were cold because that was just the way it had always been.
I think dear friend that each day is an exercise in dispelling our fear of life, by virtue of the distractions we invent. We create our own reality without the benefit of understanding the consequences. I sometimes wonder if our evolution has fallen short, or if our biological thinking apparatus has reached its limit. This poem dives deep and I love it!
Dear Bella thank you so much for the review and thoughtful comment. Yes I think that sometimes we are simply not sensitive enough or maybe just don't care enough to notice. At times we don't have the experience to know, that can be excused. Our senses are so limited
'Through blind eyes I see the invisible
Truth I hear through a deaf ear
Sensations of logic inexplicable'
explaining feelings, as like
defining perspectives
betwixt blinks we swerve reality's
one moment's monumental
is but a forgotten blink's, trivial
yet we seek anchors to meaning
aspire to comprehend
ephemeral happiness
within a lifetime of strife, asking
why?
screeching our rage from that first
breath
I think
it all begins, with our misunderstanding
of procreating's, purpose
we give exams to people, to drive cars
yet anyone can have a child, and dumb it in the bin...
we fail to comprehend
it is not a child
but a Person, we're taking responsibility for
an entire living breathing human being
destined to mark humanity with their deeds, or lack there of..
tell me friend
what business de we have bringing a child
into a world, if we never had parents
to teach us and show us what to do
modernity has warped into a cynical degradation
where parentless children, birth
parentless children
assuming love and Mac'd happy meals
is enough, to curate a person...
used to be, everyone knew
'it takes a village to raise a child'
so now we're left to path a life, where:
'Feelings of wellness I fear'
depending on flags, idealistic politics and hollow beliefs
to curate our anchor to meaning and worth...
how futile? to what end?
every one of us, every one
learned cruelty from those, we're told
know, what is best for us...
better, I think
to realise as early as we can
in this river of life, we pebbles
swim alone
whatever aesthetics, we identify with
what's inevitable
is that we all bleed, one colour
and cry the same tears
anything and everything that opposes
that Truism of existence, we must refute!
Dear L.B. to what depths you have dove in this small piece. You have struck at the heart of this existential issue. Uncertainty pervades this life due to societies change and the lack of a firm foundation upon which to build. You certainly had the vision and the hearing to get to center of this humble piece and the eloquence to express it so well. Thank you so much for taking your time to so thoroughly review it.
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