April 14, 2014

Delusion

Delusion 
By John R. Greenwood



delusion haunts me every waking hour and then the hours beyond
as the years collide I wonder where the search will end or if? 

what waits there, where illusion and delusion collide 
like battling brothers whose minds can't agree 

listening at every corner with eyes open sky-wide
the taste of sweet corn makes me smile

never sure what train I'm on 
or if I belong at all, I remain un-still and restless

photographs tell me what to write
the pens stalls and wanders off as if dementia riddled 

another night falls asleep, quietly begging for forgiveness
for all it's bravery - what is, really isn't

4 comments:

  1. The lines between delusion, illusion and reality seem very flexible when it comes to poetry. I thought it was very interesting how the poem states that pictures tell you what to write, and your picture is upside down.

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  2. The older I grow the more I write from pictures. In my mind, from other lips, the occasional old photo. Sometimes a photo I wish I could find again. All the corners do blend.

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  3. I too write from photos new and old. In fact I am going through tons of old photos right now trying to organize them and it seems I see a passing story with each -- enjoyed -- barbara

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  4. What waits where illusion and delusion collide? I think the answer we will never find.
    Really love this one.

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