A white crow on black snow

sorenbarrett

A white crow on black snow, what eyes don't know

masking smile's, disguise a hungry child's eyes

A rose without a thorn, seeing praise without scorn

reassuring words, not underlying sighs

 

Journey or destination, which breeds satiation?

Tears gloss over loss of all one once possessed

Paradigm's shift, will one lift into creation

Not mad, sad or glad sensitivity the quest

 

Senses dulled, perceptions culled

form biased interpretations

We see, what we want it to be

overlooking important variations

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  • orchidee

    I shall look into these important variations! Good write SB.
    I saw a black cat in a coal cellar at midnight - is that a variation?

    • sorenbarrett

      If you could see it then a variation it would be. Thanks Orchi for the read and humor to lift the day.

    • Teddy.15

      I always believe we each have a story and that we should treat eachother with compassion and empathy and never to judge a book by it's cover dear sorenbarret, another breathtaking piece of poetry which makes the reader pause to look through all the imagery. Your first lines to your last just wonderful. 🌹

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks again Teddy for your most generous comments but more than this for the read itself. It is so appreciated.

      • arqios

        A white crow in white snow ❄️ like coal lump eyes would be the only clue. This poem has me thinking on several tangents!

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks so much for the read. The perception of color based on light reflection and absorption is the opposite of what it appears and so our sensations linked to our perceptions may be seen in a biased way. But then we all have our interpretations.

          • arqios

            The interpretation part is so true!

          • Goldfinch60

            So true soren, many people just do not want to see beyond the accepted reality.

            Andy

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks Gold if one does not want to be boxed in, one has to look outside of the box. Appreciate the read and comment.



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