Strange sights
for tired eyes
wishing for new imaginings.
Those tactile dysfunctions,
malfunctions
error we go again.
Limited viewpoints
lost in translation
I speak a language
they cannot hear.
Visionary bipartisan.
Dangerous hope
that leads to revolutionary
upheaval.
Hold the seashell
to your ear
and hear
something other than waves.
“I speak a language they cannot hear.” I know that feeling, Bekki. And I really loved this: “…error we go gain.”
I am so glad you enjoyed it. What startles me the most Charles is that I was unsure if anyone but me would get that particular line and you zoomed right on into it. Since it is the deepest thinking part of the whole poem it truly does define you somewhat as a deep thinker. I am truly touched that you understood and appreciated that poem, and most especially that line.
Bekki
Even if I misspelled again?
You misspelled it? It matches the way I talk and the slang I use in my normal daily. I thought you meant to do it. lol
Bekki