Many Worlds

by Shin

 

 

 

 

I recall the fun filled days of my idyllic youth,

When I thought I was in contact with a personal god,

I came to see what incredible foolhardiness that was,

Only to realize later, that, that was also true.

It's like pointing at the moon to somebody nearby,

But when he also points at the same moon, its like its

Somewhere else! A physical distortion? Perhaps nature.

If I made a list today, it'll be a long one, of many worlds,

There's the social individual when I'm talking to Grandpa,

Then there's the social plus one, when I'm out,

And secretly laughing at some one's bad fashion idea,

Of course there's the social web, in writer's cafe, with Shin,

It creates Iona's* ionic society and a sensation of the world.

The family celt when I'm speaking to relational marble,

The e-mail communication I may have with a friend,

The occasions when I'm out on a date with a girlfriend,

That reflective day at the end of the year with the Cambrian,

And finally, the physical world, that might include all these.

What then is reality? Gosh I'll have to think that one over.

Who's asking? And certainly, I don't speak of these to anyone,

You all wouldn't tell anyone about these, would you?

After all, everything is relative, isn't it? Can't handle the truth?

Well, nobody said it was going to be this big!

* Iona ( formerly known as ) Electra

Reviews

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I liked your poem. I think it expresses well the fact that along the way there are different truths, it is hard to say we are wrong at some moment, the reality is constructed by different beliefs. Maybe all of them are true.

[Southern Cross]

I really liked this one. Perhaps I could identify with the multiple "me's" of the multiple "worlds" A great perspective with easy flow

[kmartell]

Strands of a compact but strong language. As I live in a strange world, as we all do, and I like this poem. I cant always say WHY but do. We writers, those of us who have to need to, write, cannot think of ever stopping the process. I have fallen, grown, tripped myself many times. This poem is excellent.

[Marie]

We all have to be different people at different time.

[Dayran]

Great going Kiddo! Keep out the bad fashion ideas!