Optical Illusions
A poem of reflection
Pieces of perception
dreamlike fantasies
ripples of reflection
and what my eye sees.
Optical illusions
more likely a sixth sense
jumping to inconclusive
indefinable events.
Words that wait then wander
written on a page
a piece for me to ponder
new ways to engage.
Have you seen the in between
or met the morning mist
or found a scene within a dream
or fell in love when kissed?
Or missed the time when a sign
splashed across the sky
the diadem in design,
or heard a baby cry?
Mixed up in a maelstrom
mist and a montage,
or wonder where you came from
is life just a mirage?
The tokens of transition
pieces that don’t fit
the mind of a magician
thoughts that you let slip.
Optical illusions
one minute here then gone
the simplest of realities
lay scattered on the lawn.
©
David Rudder
10th August 2020
Thank you for reading.
