Angel's view

short and to the point

 

human mind seeks
patterns of desire and form
missing the magic

 

 

Author's Note

what do you see ?

Reviews

[Emily]

We seek conformity in our worlds and walk so easily past what we're really meant to see -- the beauty and the magic of the world. We miss the way flowers grow from between concrete slabs, or the way that the rails of a house rust down the brick and vines cover the deteroriation.

Well said! Seek the magic.

[Dinesh Sairam]

We, the blind to visible. We, artificialising even the natural. We, who sight the wrongs. We, humans.

[...]

. ah, absolutely ... i see myself trying to break out of the mould ... and sometimes succeeding ... thanks to poetry and only poetry ... :) ...

i'd say heaven, but since our human minds are missing the magic..

[Marie Harrison]

We miss the point and the purpose of our purpose on earth. why God brought angels to us? That's the point I got from the poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your short poem is very true. Few people try to see the real good in another person. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[TAO]

What do I see? The extinction of the soul, and us, who forgot how to be conscious, living as...robots...

Striking, to say the least.

[Arthur Henn]

Robin, you have a style of writing that jumps out at you with life in each word you write. This piece hits home, close to my heart as my mind doesn't capture what I want people to see in my photography like it use to. The way I use to show all. the way I saw the world through the lens. I lost that gift to having a gran mal seizure five years ago. The photography is slowly making its way back. It is the missing magic to the words I write. Now its writing that I'm afraid of losing one day. My mind is always seeking out the patterns and form of desire.

Thank you for sharing.

[deeps]

The mind is a mystery matter!
What goes on in the mind, no one must know.
It changes constantly!

[Emily B]

yes :)

[Desert Dreamer]

I see the magic in the wild places and often wonder why people build cities of concrete and asphalt in neat square patterns, destroying the magic.

On second thought, it is in the patterns found in nature that the magic often dwells.

Many things to think upon in your short poem.