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DIRECTED SONNET, NO. 92
by Mainon A Schwartz
This world requires an eye dispassionate,
Mechanical, and seemingly unfocused.
Were meant to see the hand that fashions it,
In hope perhaps that openness provoke us.
And life demands a plot that seems unplanned,
Though we tend to esteem purpose over fate.
We reach for meaning we dont understand
From violence that never touched our grand estate.
Somewhere behind a filmy eye, one lurks
Who directs scenes and dictates what we see.
Yet in foreign gaze another seems to work;
We question what he truly means to be.
If mask, unlike to self, can serve as truth--
Then maybe yet this age will find his youth.
09/23/2003 Author's Note:
(Inspired by Kiarostami's Life and Nothing More)
Posted on 09/23/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/24/03 at 04:12 PM Always on the verge of truth. An excellent read that grants the readers an insight behind the curtain. Thanks for sharing. |
| Posted by David Neubauer on 09/24/03 at 04:28 PM very nice form. A good job |
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