Mind, try harder
To explain,
All those phantoms
That wax and wane.
Ridicule not the possibility
Of the unreal
Or the sometimes sane.
Warrant not,
Nor condemn,
If I be a player
If this be a game.
Mind, try harder
To explain,
All those phantoms
That wax and wane.
Ridicule not the possibility
Of the unreal
Or the sometimes sane.
Warrant not,
Nor condemn,
If I be a player
If this be a game.
Comments
Mangone | May 6, 2009 - 07:15
Must we always explain?
Sometimes you need just take no notice.
Other times be awed by the sheer majesty.
SundaysChild | May 6, 2009 - 15:06
Trying to reason with the unreasonable can make you feel mad. I think this poem is open to many different interpretations, or might mean very little at all. All depends on your own personal experiences of feeling mad lol.
Thanks for feedback, I like it, I like it.
Dynamaso | May 7, 2009 - 01:16
What a short, sharp beauty this is. I like it a lot.
SundaysChild | May 7, 2009 - 13:01
Thanks Dynamaso, that's lovely to hear. :)