To see, or: Not to see

Poetry Partners #155

A poem by 3L of ‘Wandering Prophesy’

To be, and not to be;
There is no question.

To see, or not to see;
There is the illusion.

A poem by ben Alexander of โ€˜The Skepticโ€™s Kaddishโ€™

I'd thought I told
myself I was
but 'twas merely
an illusion

Deep emptiness
within exposed
for that which it
had never been

Once under the
illusion of

The death spasm of
that first pleasure
in my mind's arms
left me

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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29 thoughts on “To see, or: Not to see”

  1. Whose head is about to be dissected and fed
    The narrator’s or the adored ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
    Laughter aside
    Doubt and uncertainty
    Life and death
    Fear of the undiscovered country, from which no one has “as yet” returned,
    Escape from theย “sea of troubles” and the “slings and arrows” of life.
    Pervades our lives
    At some point, maybe when we’ve grown old; or when the mind is stricken there is a longing or deep desire to be home
    ย “To die, to sleep.”
    A place of sleep, deep rest and comfort.
    Your narration David, is a difficult piece, simple language mustered with deep complexity
    So I read
    Powerful and intriguing
    True, but why
    What is…IT
    To see or not to see
    The perception of not perceiving the modification of the original
    Without the verbal cue
    Our inattentiveness
    ๐Ÿ–ŒThe death spasm of that first pleasure in my mind’s arms left me๐Ÿ–Œ
    Yes thought-provoking too
    But what
    The Joy, the relief, overcoming contumely,
    To feel or not to feel
    So many thoughts arising
    From simple words
    Shrouded in complexity

      1. ๐Ÿ’› ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ
        And it will take me a little while longer to unravel the pattern

        Such simplicity
        Shrouded in complexity
        This is poetry.

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