conveyance by George Hoernermy eyes are
not your eyes
they don’t see
the same things
my ears are
not your ears
they don’t hear
the same things
my fingers are
not your fingers
they don’t feel
the same things
my mind is
not your mind
it doesn’t think
the same thoughts
words spelled
and pronounced
the same
strike a different tone
something seems
all too often to be
lost in transit
02/17/2010
Posted on 02/20/2010 Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/20/10 at 08:58 AM ah, the last verse explains the title cleverly...and i am transported George...well done! |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/21/10 at 12:24 AM ...a tome in a few lines, such as is the world...good write, goeorg. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/24/10 at 11:50 PM So true. It is amazing how much we lose even speaking the same language. That whole connotation thing. One word connotes something so different to an Arab and a Jew, a Republican or Democrat. But, this Pathetic place is known for its invitation to listen and try; it is good to be here as we try to find each others' meanings. Thanks, buddy. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/11/15 at 01:08 PM it is a delightful thing that we are all different colors on the spectrum. viva la difference! at the same time in order for the artwork to appear more than basic we have to avail ourselves to blend, that such artwork at the end of the day can convey more than our separate selves, but qualify us as a whole which is where the heart and the empathy lies. this ode does not lie as it conveys the whole truth, which is to say it conveys the entirety of its parts. |
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