by Keith D Allison

Managing the dance
the starlight gains of an old prune
in this when the conclusions
prance and the heart is a fool

two hunderd less three
in the evening breeze
not one notion
nothing stirred nothing moved

Perceptions of dreams
alluring fantasy
waiting for the warmth of a breath
standing tall watching the illusion die

Watching the sunset
life no longer fun
walking the road tonight
no gold or silver not even a breath of love


Posted on 08/12/2010
Copyright © 2023 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/10 at 01:24 AM

All perceptions are our own aren't they. That is true whether they represent reality or not and that sometimes is the trick. We can't always decide what it and what isn't. Good write.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/13/10 at 07:53 PM

Pain or pleasure, both are merely defined by perception. Perception is acute when it comes to detecting suffering. And suffering of every kind is always a matter of what we have lost. When we are young, we think that suffering is something that is done to us. When we get older, when the steel doors slam shut so-to-speak, in one way or other, we know that real suffering is measured by what is taken away from us. Ponderous. Thanks.

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