Saturday, November 13, 2021

Distortions

 

The Sunday Muse #186



Love,

 a  natural disaster

cannot be controlled or contained

masquerading

the passions of self-love.


Eyes.

windows to the soul

can play games

if one is not careful.


Mirage,

what we see and feel

short and sharp

bits of universes

lodged in the distorted psyche!




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12 comments:

  1. “what we see and feel
    short and sharp
    bits of universes”

    I love that.

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  2. Nice, and in perfect keeping with this week's theme!

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  3. This is beautifully written Sunita, and I agree with Shay, perfectly in line with the theme!

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  4. "Love,

    a natural disaster"

    yeah, i hear that, a lot depth in this poem to sink into

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  5. Love does have its side of illusion.
    Happy Sunday

    Much💛love

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  6. Struck by "short and sharp//bits of universes" and the way the poems give definitions that reassure that the words are still unknown.

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  7. Penetrating the mist of illusion, dispelling the reflection of ourselves in the other, sometimes seems a hopeless task indeed. Excellent final stanza.

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  8. Each of these comes with a wonderful message ~ for all.

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  9. "Mirage, what we see and feel...." So well said.

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  10. "Love, a natural disaster" -- perfect!!!

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  11. Unescapable illusions, most all are caught in these traps.
    Nice write, Sunita. I'll be especially watching the love.
    ..

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