Curmudgeon

I will clone myself now
and ask me why the world
is a dot over and over,
why every blue is unreal.

Then I shall answer,
'Well, simply because
that is how you see it.'
And I will remain confused.

'No my dear--it is not red
it's green.' That is what
I dream each night. A
woman's voice mocking me.

'So, this is it, then?' I will say.
'You want to go back? I see.
I was hoping for more time
to insist I was right all along.'

Reviews

[Circe]

this may be too deep for me! but i see it as a take on perspectives... the colours are interesting.. kind of like colourblindness... but which is real and is there even a real if we are only left to perspectives.. there seems to be a hint of the proof in repetition... except i think each time there is something that completely surprises us... this is like a mind puzzle for me, really cool.

[Steven]

Yes, everything is a mass of dots, and blue is a trick. Digging the amorphous qualities here.

[Tree]

There is a lot going on in this wonderfully complex piece. Though I can not wrangle out the crux of this poem I am fascinated by the amount of wonder you packed tight into this little piece...

Diego

[jacob erin-cilberto]

things are more often not what they seem...moods, people, situations...

and often we were right...but it's too late to go back and change things...they are what they are...

reading this poem is interesting timing for me...i am reading stephen king's "11/22/63"

going back in time and changing things...well, if only...and sometimes the past doesn't want to be changed...

and sometimes changing it isn't for the better.

[M Breen]

Interesting and original and the end rounds the beginning in blue logic and something even more difficult to create: wit.