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Not feeling quite on top of the world today. Some bug has got my white cells working double-time. What better excuse do I need to dig into the archives to revisit a poem first published here in April of last year? And what a nice segue from yesterday’s post… This one has colors, too!

From a Sunday morning, April 11, 2010… it was titled:  Confusion

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confusion floats
can you feel it?
all the colors
masquerade as sounds
little reasons
rolling on the ground
all the castles burning
bright lights shining down
answers everywhere
just unmatched
to the many smells around
as if we’ve known it all
but kept it secret
from ourselves all along
while some have found an answer
by accepting all the chaos
with expectant nonchalance
never fearing for the worst
as if witch trials never happened
nor slavery either, too
we carry on oblivious
wondering what there is to do
never having learned a way
to speak of things taboo

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Written by johnwhays

March 8, 2011 at 8:37 am

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  1. vivid imagery, well expressed confusions.
    life could appear like chaos, but we can rewind by taking a nature walk, talk to a friend, read a good book, or watch a lovely movie.

    you wrote such an elegant poem, which is a bliss.
    treasury piece, keep it up.

    A++

    Chelsea lori truman perry Richardson's avatar

    Jingle

    March 9, 2011 at 10:07 am


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