"what actually is"
moving through a city route,
noting the way a bus door opens,
the way two strangers negotiate space
at a crossing,
the way afternoon light
angles across a shopfront,
all rendered in a single,
continuous line that feels improvised
but what actually is deliberate.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 12th, 2026 05:18
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Comments2
This poem speaks to the mind asking what is coincidence and what is planned, what is correlation and what is causation. Introducing man and city creations brings into mind what is real what is not what is man created and what is nature and are we not nature as well and all this just our perspective. Nicely done Cryptic. I think I dove too deep this time
Not at all dear Soren, very much in that state while observing whilst within one’s skin and milieu 🙏🏻🕊️
Whew...
a most observant write
Thank you Norman , most truly appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
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