Can one ever truly
A poet's intention
Or are we forever fated
To exist in the dark
To argue over meanings
That may or may not exist
Or exist only for us
Made up in our minds
All we have are guesses
Based on a set of facts
And vague suppositions
Assumptions and perceptions
Left to fill in the blanks of
Life's redactions
What is seen is less important
Than what we believe.
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By the way, I'd love to hear an audio version of this poem!
Lol. Some poems you can hear with your eyes.
You got me thinking about poetic form. A poem is forthcoming ...
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