Visions of not

sorenbarrett

Nothing is what we see

A mirror of nonexistence

We live in painted clouds of illusion

A bent line is the shortest distance

 

Vibrations sing to the deaf

Twisted lines weave the purest mind

Obeying a crime

Darkness lights the way of the blind

 

 

Mother's words stand out

the wind engraved

dancing the tango in a funnel spout

All laws broken emancipating man enslaved

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2024 16:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Doggerel Dave

    You are making it all up, Soren....😊
    With my inability to fully appreciate metaphor - I can still agree/endorse your first three lines. You cracked it then, as far as I'm concerned.

    • sorenbarrett

      No Dave you cracked it. We are all making it up, everything that is. Thanks for the review and comment.

      • Doggerel Dave

        Got me there Soren - and you are absolutely 100% on the money.

      • Thomas W Case

        Powerful work.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Thomas your read is most appreciated

        • Teddy.15

          Nothing is what we see

          A mirror of nonexistence

          We live in painted clouds of illusion

          A bent line is the shortest distance

          My dear sorrenbarret kudos. Such poetic power throughout. 🌹

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Teddy you are too kind. I always look forward to your comments.

          • orchidee

            Good write SB.
            We are never doing nothing, in one sense. We are at least breathing, if doing nothing else.
            Well, I was breathing the last time I checked. How about you?! lol.

            • sorenbarrett

              Yes I think I am still breathing at least the last time I thought to check. Yes indeed doing nothing is a paradox.

              • orchidee

                I tried not breathing for 24 hours one day. I succeeded (it's a miracle!) but didn't feel very well afterwards. Should we all try it - have a 'Save More Air Day'?! lol.

              • Bobby O

                A bent line is shortest and a funnel is wherever we dance. I love this. I don’t yet no why but maybe that’s the special element , I keep going back

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks Bobby I appreciate the read and comment



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