Extrasensory
Perception.
Is it ESP that I see
And jumped to the conclusion
What I saw was genuine
And not an optical illusion.
I watched it from my window
And traced its trajectory
Was it real or supernatural?
Sixth sense or extrasensory.
It disappeared before my eyes
One minute there then gone
It mixed up my mind
Now I don’t know what’s going on.
Is it real or a phenomenon?
Sometimes it’s hard to know
Is what I think is an illusion
That was depicted many moons ago.
Each perception look, and glance
See only what’s been told
An old belief system
Purchased used and then resold.
Dark mysteries fly around my mind
Do I know what’s going on?
Or is life an alliance of memories
A Gospel agreed upon.
The flames I saw up in the sky
It may well be my imagination
Or an optical illusion
Change in translation.
Though I know the winds that blow
Tilts the morning sun
Before turning upside down
Allow the sea to run.
Or is it a premonition
A warning I should heed
A moment to rely upon
And sowing of a seed.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
