All comes in warm and cold degrees even dichotomies
Light of dawn's honesty, the dark of twilight's dishonesties
Springs sprouting green of new life's youth
Falls yellowing death of summer's living truth
Lies fall in golden leaves, snow covers flake by flake
Life that one once believes, cold winds of time does take
Insanity of a whirlwind becomes a gentle breeze
The heat of genius melts into shadows of autism's disease
There is no one point where blue becomes green
At which wavelength is orange as red seen
How many drops must fall to call it rain
How many broken rules to be called insane
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Good write SB. Yes, it's said that in autism, etc, the brain may go into some sort of overload.
On a lighter level, KP insults me, and says to me 'No danger there then of your brain going into overload; you've only got 3 brain cells!' Just for saying that, extra helpings of sewage for you today KP. Even then I'm still being too generous - all that protein, nourishment, etc, that I feed ya! lol.
Thanks so much Orchi for the review and understanding. Yes too much sewage may cause weight gain
Sometimes you have to accept
to following the path of genius
in order to survive the fools .
Thanks for the read Lorenz and indeed who is the fool and where does genius begin.
What is reality and what conduits does it go through and get interpreted, sometimes it feels like a lot is left to chance and too many factors. But that’s just me being slung from this engaging poem🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated my friend.
Most welcome dearest friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Love the last 2 lines. This poem really challenges the boundaries we have made. Beautifully penned, a fave.
Thank you so much Abdullah for your review and kind words of support they are most valued
a great write, arent we all a little mad ?
Thank you so much Norman. We all contain different mixtures of all things and so yes Norman we are all a little mad.
Nicely said . Your poem aims to provoke thought and reflection on the nature of reality, the fluidity of perception, and the complexity of humans.
Thank you friendship for your read and input it is deeply appreciated
You're most welcome, my friend,
On the mark. Well done friend.
Thank you Katie for your review and kind words of support
Soren… I’ve wrestled with that space where things don’t divide cleanly…where everything blends and resists definition. This brings that feeling through clearly. Well written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan for your read and understanding it is most valued
Very interesting poem what inspired you?
Thank you Demar I appreciate it. The belief that there is no such thing as categories
Very deep. A two pipe problem I see.
Thank you Kevin I appreciate your read and comment
This is really very brilliant, sensible and emotional. A fave, my friend.
Thank you very much for the read and kind words of support they are most appreciated
I quite like this reflection, well done.
Thank you so much my friend for your review and kind words of support they are most valued
A great meditation on the complexity of the human mind
Thanks so much for the read and words of encouragement they are appreciated
The rules of life will always change soren but they will always eventually change for the better.
Andy
Thanks for the review my friend and the bright view of things
Mark Twain understood madmen best, but he would not give an exact number. I like how this poem, somewhere in its depths, approaches the unsayable. A pleasure.
Thank you so much Sviatoslav for your read and understanding comment. I have worked with people as a psychologist all my adult life and despise the categorization of people crazy, sane- all the diagnosis. I understand their need tor billing and medication but I see spectrums where others see categories. Shades of grey in all of us some more black some more white but we are all more alike than different.
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