The other side of the window sill
filtered through
A seemingly thick gauge
Of premonition
Skewing imagery
Suiting the ever prevalent inner dialogue
Stretching the truth into obliteration.
It matters not the many veils
That beautify the captures
When one refracted thought
Could cloud the reality.
The foreground of wilted viewpoint
Make bright calendula look like smudges of color
When what exists reduces to blurred pixels
Of cross stitch like distortion
Smearing out of a crystal clarity.
Reminding the brutality
That most things we choose to behold
We choose to behold as we are, and as we see.
Life is as you choose to see -
ReplyDeleteThe high bark of an empty tree
Or the Iris that springs beneath.
You color it a grey shade of gloom
Or revel in the soft color of bloom.
Life is as you choose to see -
It is iron-shackled to your past
Or is a strong bond made to last.
Choose to drown in sadness today
Or shore up to see another happy day.