Monday, February 08, 2016


you see
there are these things that we see
or things that we think we see
things that we’ve been taught to see
every day things
every life things 
meant to be
comforting in their mundaneness
and then

there are the things that we don’t see
things that hide in the cracks
of this thing
that we call reality
the real things
harsh things
not meant to be reached
crushing in their alienness
that only in dreams
we can glimpse



Roland D. Yeomans said...

Beautiful, evocative poem. :-) We see what we look for and do not see what we are afraid is there in the shadows.

the walking man said...

eventually the cracks open up and the unseen is known, God help the evil person.

Charles Gramlich said...

I wish I liked the other better than the mundane. but perhaps I'm a coward at heart.

Vesper said...

Roland, thanks! That's true, we see what we look for, either way. :-)

Mark, I dread that moment, if it will ever come...

Charles, me too. Even though I sometimes think I might like better the "other" I'm not quite sure...

Magyar said...

>hiding, in the cracks of reality<
__Good to see you Cora, and to read your fine versed thoughts; stay with us_! Smiles!

A Cuban In London said...

Mysterious. :-) Thanks.

Greetings from London.

sage said...

Maybe this explains some of my dreams! I like the structure of your poem, there is much to ponder.

SzélsőFa said...

Hi there Vesper,

I hear you, and sometimes it makes me wonder how much more can one be alienated when they are alone in their ability to see further.
But time and again one comes accross blogs like yours and gets assured that you are one of those who may watch the mundane yet percieve the ’alien’, or the supernatural within (or over).
So I kind of disagree with the poem.
And keep up watchin’!