prisms
November 10, 2018 at 4:59 pm Leave a comment
prisms
in deep-murmuring forest once
we touched, in shadowed
near-silence: i remember
your quiet laughter.
but the sun fell
and night came: we must
have lost our way.
certainly, in any case,
dawn found us strangers.
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More a comment on society and fragmenting relationships than any ‘real’ event. (“Do you ever hear voices in your head?” “Well, yeah…” The psychiatrist or counselor or…relaxes and settles down. Gee, a psychotic. “Well tell me about them.” “Every time someone speaks to me it happens. Can you give me a hint of how to stop that?”)
—They run out of the door screaming.
Reality in many cases is sheerly a matter of perspective, and society most certainly isn’t capable of distinguishing it from the babble that modern society depends upon for its very existence. I remember living in the country. It’s so silent there (I remember being far out at sea…)
Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, social psychology, voices. Tags: poetry from voices, prisms.
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