Illusion

          What is it 

                when the waters of the dream 

        seem still, 

             When the shutter speed 

                        slows to an August breeze, 

            

          When everything

                   begins and ends 

                         with midnight,    

          

          When the lens of our aura 

                   and the fine print of illusion

                         strays, 

        

           What is it that stays so ominous and still, 

                      so walled 

                              that only 

                   pain in trust can breathe             

Reviews

[Pete]

i became lost as i read. sometimes we just don't know. lines inside of us get crossed and become blurry greys. deeply poignant and so well described (maybe too well) - concerning and almost scary. bravo.

[Perdition]

I became lost as I read your review as well...so wonderful to hear the effect of a poem I scribbled one night from some strange darkness and now...well now I never intended for it as "almost scary"..but then again perhaps I did..lol. Thank you for thee thoughtful words t as always and thank you for the visit!

[Seriana]

'that only pain in trust can breathe'....I'm stuck on this line. It is the perfect thing to mull over an illusion. This entire writ reminds me of mistrust, false images, trusting only that which is in front, hoping, praying that it's real.

Nicely done. Brevity at t's finest.

[Perdition]

"the perfect thing to mull over an illusion"...now THAT is something of worthiness! Thank you again~

[Poetic Beauty]

When the world seems out of Focus and everything’s is a skewed and out of order…

Life gets strange sometimes and we feel lost even I our dreams

[Perdition]

Especially in these living dreams, unless of course, we’re asleep; that mad colorful palette of consciousness and Desperado to this passing illusion. Life should be strange. It should be everything misunderstood from the pens of our senses. Thanks so much for stopping to read and for your thoughts and words.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are most welcome. I like reading piece that make me think

[John Sullivan]

Beautiful work. Love the camera metaphor... "when the shutter speed slows to an August breeze..."

[Perdition]

Metaphor?..lol. Thanks for stopping by and for the kind words.

[John Sullivan]

Image, metaphor, whatever. Great piece tho

[living lavender]

loved the layout of this piece.
my favorite lines:
"When everything
begins and ends
with midnight"
{the truth behind these words. beautiful.}

[Perdition]

Thanks .. appreciate your comment~

[June bug]

I like your last stanza, I know that feeling at times.
This is well written.

[Perdition]

Thanks..great pen name. We had them in spades in Texas when I lived out of Austin once ago...used a tennis racket cause there were so many of them and yes I still feel guilty but I was only nineteen then so be kind..lol. Appreciate the review June Bug and will get there as soon as my keyboard stops acting up. Happy Holidays~!!

[Chris Shaw]

When the shutter speed
slows to an August breeze

Capturing something special. A moment in time. Beautifully penned. A short expressive poem which conveys emotion so well. Wonderful whether an illusion or not. That final stanza, quite something.

Chris

[Perdition]

Happy Holidays Chris and thanks...trying to figure out why my keyboard is acting up but will get there soon. The power just went out and on so maybe just a little time. My fingers are crossed but will try to get there as soon as I can, till then thank you for the sweet review~