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Reality? 05/07/2011

Filed under: Poetry — jillnottelten @ 9:54 pm
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This poem was written during a time when I was exhausted, but not depressed – long before my initial encounter with Depression.  I was disenchanted with many things and felt like I was being torn in a lot of different directions by the demands in the household I was living in, my work, my Church and my own emotions.  I was in phase of experimenting with free verse as well as some old English language.  The reference to beauty and truth draws back to Ode on a Grecian Urn by Keats which I studied for my HSC.

The poem reflects the way I have often felt in more recent times when progressing toward becoming unwell.

Reality bites?

Bites?  Nay – it gnaws.

It grinds me away with its powerful jaws.

There is breaking and tearing –

Yet taste, yet flavour.

Mastication, taste, digestion, excretion –

Where is reality?

Where is truth?

Is beauty all truth?  Or truth beauty?

Which portion –

Which fragment

of that which is truth…

is reality?

 

One Response to “Reality?”

  1. our reality is so subjective to our perceptions, i agree. nice flow. keep on.

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