HopperWolf Posted May 23, 2002 Report Posted May 23, 2002 The table’s edge, Seen through the lens of false eyes, Is frozen and disjointed, Wrapped in a subtle guise. Refracted truth, Spectacled in mockery, On show in very private Distorted clarity. What truth to know? When life in truth is blurred, And through false eyes this is A sight that much preferred.
Rahsash Geldich Posted May 23, 2002 Report Posted May 23, 2002 bubbled glass warped sight Excellent imagery, the feelings conveyed are much more important comming from the poem, not the title however
Guest Xradion Posted May 24, 2002 Report Posted May 24, 2002 The poem really doesn't need a title. It speaks for itself. I tend to agree. If you're looking for the only truth, then it probably doesn't exist. Xradion, The Horny Druid, Scholar of the Ancient Arts, Holder of the Eye of Odin. "The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." -Wallace Stevens "When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion
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