blur

surreal escapades when reality becomes hazy

Disappearing lakes engulfing disenchanted thoughts
The lack of coherence embedded in sand
Windshield moist with raindrops on forgotten mornings
I have not come to accept it, not yet.

A town full of blind people,
Colors taking a walk into dark alleys
Undeveloped photos fading in silver
The road in front is not visible, at all.


© Nothing Personal. March 03, 2011.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like these words. Each line could take you to a different place. This is my favorite kind of poetry. Allow the reader to think and try to see what the writer is saying in their words. Many vision of people and life are hidden in the word. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[dancing fish]

Whoa! That was fantastic. Definitely something that speaks to reader depending on their own state of mind. Both powerful stanzas all on their own. You could probably separate and make two new poems from them. Really great stuff.

[Stefanie Leona Baylee]

Small poem but creative choice of words, make's me think and i like that. Well done!

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Fantastic..!!!! What an irony and so true..!!!!!


Three Cheers..!!!!!

[Robin]

the excision of decison ..

[Lilly Negoi]

mmm essence of evanescence :) "the lack of coherence embedded in sand". and the two lines concluding the two stanzas
"i have not come to accept it, not yet"
and
"the road in front is not visible, at all"
asking for a different path to follow...
excellent!

[Greg Skura]

Well done! The blind leading the blind nice.

[Tate Morgan]

An incoherant thought well like a dream we stand between reality and fantasy i often dream in the sureal

[trainwreck]

This was really good. I love your short poetry. It always leaves me pondering.

[cfix]

This is wonderful, I really enjoyed this.
Outstanding Imagery.