we dream in nightmarish colors
filtered through mists of
memory and illusion
it all reeks of confusion
we drink tea of comfort
lacking the southern
seeking the rye for renewal
getting high on fantasy fuel
eyes touch what they shouldn't
wishing they were fingers
as hands repel what they feel
duality of nature makes heads reel
patience for relationships missing
solo seems to be the favored way
no longer lonely just being alone
is this the new twilight zone
the truth has taken on a new look
little white lies spawn like salmon
happenings of night gone with the dawn
does anyone know whats going on?
eT
Ron
Regis
Birgit and Roger
Take care,
Sherry
Sage
What happened? Apathy and not caring for our fellow man and also removing God from our lives; THAT'S what happened! Sad shape we are in today; God help our world...Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
RAge
Thought provoking question you pen in stunning poetry; well done! I wish I had the answer, but I don't.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The true problem is, is that we really don't know what's going on most of the time and even if we think we do we don't..not really anyway. We only know what somebody else wants us to know.
This is stunning poetry that leaves me thinking really hard Eileen!
Lisa
Love Tinka
Susan
It must be extremely difficult for young people to find the right mate in this " gimmie " society we are all forced to live in and endure.
Your insightful poem highlights this glaring discrepancy in our lives
Peter