Many people see only what they want to see, for them - reality is merely that. For those who think as well as see, it becomes more. This poem suggests just that point, and, you use words to make the reader think, use metaphors to create more than just a single thought...
This is a beautifully crafted piece of writing, font colour so right for the beautiful picture
'An illusion of senses create beliefs, / cloaked in flesh and arrogance; / seeing is believing; ' < , sadly, how true.
Oh, this is such a beauty
to breathe in the vibrant hues
as your words beautiful reveal
this awesome painted words
many wonderful lines that I love
particularly these...
as sanity unfolds within complacency
Painted are invisible paths to nowhere,
leaving smudged footprints to follow
This is just magical that enhances the senses
to this awesome moment, another one to contain with my favs!
You're an awesome writer!!
Danni, This is amazing! This must be the "truth" piece you told me you wanted to write.. I love how you your literally paint the picture. Impressive. : ) The truth really does stand alone as I just wrote about that myself.. I think I like how you wrote it better!! I am going to have to learn how to write like this!! Bravo!
Beautiful amd brillant!
You're like fine wine my dear.
You just keep getting better as time passes by!
Truly a great and artistic poem from a bright and wonderful poet!
A very inspiring awesome poem!
For centuries mankind has brought war, plague and injustice on to others for in the name of truth.
Yet, as your poem boldy proclaims that "truth stands alone on the other side of dusk!"
It stands there by the side of the marvelous creator that conceived it all in the first place!
It is there and only there that we will find out who was right and who was wrong. It will be there, where we all will find out what truth really is!
But untill then,we sure as hell, can try to get along in this world and make it a much better place then we found it.
You did that with this great astonishing poem my dear!
Bravo! I loved it!
Always,
TIM
Would like to see the interview - maybe it'll add to my impressions, yet the words speak for themselves.
Your poem makes me think of tea leaves in a cup telling mysteries. I guess in this case they would be red leaves = the clouds! And the cup = the sky.
And the mysteries are thoughts to ponder upon.
'Oil paint and fine textured fabric, strewn across skies of dusk...'
Great P # 2. Picturesque Line.
I've never read an expression like that before, only similar, and this is the best - I feel almost petulant, wondering how I've spent years pondering dusk skies without it! Seriously, amazing!
And it completely outshines the picture up there, of course.
I close my eyes and 'see' and 'feel' those words. They're magical.
'...as truth stands alone on the other side of dusk.'
Great P # 3. Perfecting Line.
Wonderful close. Lasting thought, lasting image, last note.
A Noiseless Patient Spiderby Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd fort.. more..