Broken Glasses Mr. Franklin

Broken Glasses Mr. Franklin

A Poem by K.C. Zbryk

Perception and interpretation

           Seem fluid

 

      Rolling from solid to formless

                               In a matter of moments

            Never settling for long

 

Something harmless

            Can become a threat in a moment

      For no reason

            Be it words thoughts or actions

 

                  What we see

May seem to have a strict set of rules

                 But in the end

Perhaps the phrase that’s most

                 Appropriate

                         Is

Rules are meant to be broken

  Or expect the unexpected

 

Really

           On a long enough time line

                 Anything can happen

 

                                 So these things we see

                      They may not exist in a few moments

              Or they may become a monument

    For the future civilizations

 

They can become religion

Or a ancient relic

Or merely sand

 

But how we see them now

                                      That is what confuses me

 

                                     The way we interpret

                         Our surroundings

And the things that fill them

 

                      I wonder what some were thinking

                                    When they constructed

              When they designed

                             When they destroyed

 

                                                          Did they perceive what they were doing

                                          As good or bad

                          Was this an accomplishment or

                       Was this something to be loathed?

            What was the purpose behind the thought

   And if they could explain

                            Would we hear

                Would we listen

       Unhindered by an altered perspective

Or is there no such thing

 

Elation alters

    Depression alters

        Neutrality alters

   Indifference alters

How we perceived and accept

         The sheer thought

 

Even a simple letter

    Can be dissolved and misunderstood

               By an altered state

                              A bent perspective

 

                 It like viewing the world through

          An alternating

Concave and convex lens

06-16-2012

0215 AM

© 2012 K.C. Zbryk


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I loved the flow of words and perpetual strength.

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that one with the lights, and buildings too!, CO



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