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Safety Glass
by Richard VinceSome days, it is hard to tell
A mirror from a window;
Only the writing gives it away.
Some days, I feel so accustomed to
Seeing everything in reverse that
The right way round looks wrong.
When reality began to feel
Surreal compared to the
Endless reflections in the mirrors
That surrounded me, I should have
Known I needed to break out.
Perhaps it is the difference
Between learning and instinct,
And the ongoing battle for
Supremacy that rages
Between the two in
My head and my heart.
Having spent so many years
Learning, it is easy to forget
That instinct can still be
Right.
Perhaps the real war is between
Who I am and who I want to be.
When one is in the ascendancy,
It tends to make me forget
The other even exists; history
Truly is written by the victors.
After everything, I hope that
My trajectory really is
A positive one; that this revolution
Will prove to be evolution.
04/03/2017 Posted on 04/09/2017
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/09/17 at 07:24 PM Aptly put introspection, that makes a lot of sense in this often at times senseless world. I see much of myself in your words, Richard, as I'm sure others will too. Fine work. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 04/11/17 at 02:08 PM There is a subtle rhythm to this piece. It has a great message. Well said well done. Peace --bf
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| Posted by Rob Littler on 04/12/17 at 09:01 AM "There is appearing, and there is being," said Hannah Arndt |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 04/12/17 at 09:02 AM "There is appearing, and there is being," said Hannah Arendt |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/12/17 at 02:39 PM Excellent poem. As far as history is concerned, it may indeed be written by the victors, but surely not without the assistance of those deemed defeated. If I can equate history with art, the artist (victor ) is ever in need of a model ( loser ) to pose, lest history is pure fiction, and the historian is using no model at all, save his imagination. |
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