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For a moment I thought
it was a butterfly,
the yellow and orange leaf
that took flight from the swishing poplar tree
across my balcony.

It swayed and fluttered in excitement –
here and there, up and down,
undecided if right or left,
to the ground or up to the sky –
Should I stay or should I go?

What to make of perceived options
when you lose your wings to know
that gravity always wins?
And ultimately to the ground
with or without wings.
Written years ago, this poem came to me after watching leaves dance in the wind — free for a moment, then returning to earth. Like all of us.
Mrs Timetable Jan 21
I did not like
What I saw in this
Mirror
So I changed
Mirrors
Not all mirrors reflect truth
Mark Wanless Jun 2024
no awareness time
is meaningless as i think
random perceptions
Bekah Halle Dec 2023
See the world distinctly?
Pearls?
A kaleidoscope of memories?
Or lucidly look differently?
A beggar, or free from the constraints of Western reality?
New eyes take in all perspectives: perceptions,
Compelling new experiences: horizons.
Releasing shame; distorted distractions.
Embracing imperfections, peccadillos,
Layers of realities,
Depths, and
Rationalities.
Diversely.
Maturely.
This is a poem written after my first eye surgery to try and correct double vision, the result of a stroke during brain AVM surgery. But it also has bigger themes about life and perspective. Enjoy. Feedback is always welcome. Thank you.
Paras Bajaj Jul 2022
you tell me
I am a flipper,
no I am not,
if I am loved right
I am a keeper.
Jason R Michie Feb 2021
You
See them
Not seein you
You don't see
You not seein
Them
© 02/09/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
M E Ronan Jun 2020
No thoughts to make you real,
nails clenching on my notions,
screaming without ears to hear,
perception of memories put forward
creation of scenarios torn,
oh to stop,
make myself physical,
contained within today,
to look once more,
no reasons beyond context,
you had to create a somber scene,
unsteady emotions drive hasten movements,
reasoning occurring in my racing mind,
you sank deeper into my thoughts,
fragmented comments make fuller picture,
pensive minds adhere these.
rarae aves May 2020
How we see
changes
what we see..
Nina Dec 2019
When i was young
My grandmother would always scold me
For wearing shorts
Or anything that's revealing my skin
She told me,
That there were demons who loves seeing girl's bareskin.
I was scared when i was little
But as i grew older
I learned that the demons
Were men with uncontrollable ****** urges
That take advantage of any girl they see

There's no such thing as demons
It is all human
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