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Thursday, 27 January 2011
some of us see signs
some may see the voices
others hear the signs
some of us make choices
where do we draw the lines?
Seeing, hearing signs and voices?
And which of us declines?
light as air -
Some follow the sign
some look for a word.
The blind see the sign
though the vision is blurred.
The sighted incline
to words, although slurred.
But signs by design
are replacing the word.
The image was provided by Magpie Tales as this week's prompt.
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your play with words grabs and takes hold in this piece. and you still make so much sense.... outstanding!
well done! Love the last two lines:
But signs by design
are replacing the word
Lovely poem. Quite a few treasures you have hidden hidden here. Thanks for your visit I will be popping in often.
I really like the rhyming pattern here, Dave. Thoughtful piece. Very nice.
So much life in these lines. Wonderfully provocative.
Some brilliant lines here,very thought provoking.
Thanks. I wasn't sure about this one, so good to have your comments.
Hi Welcome. Thank you for taking the trouble to comment.
Hi. Really good to have you visiting. Look forward to seeing more of you.
A warm welcome to the blog and my thanks for the helpful comments.
Very generous comments. Thanks for them.
Very encouraging. My thanks.
I love this. Who knew semiotics could be such a rich seam for poetry? :)
The second piece I've read for this prompt. It's always amazing how wildly different people's reactions are. This is so much fun in the hearing, in spite of the slightly disturbing comment you're making on the unreliability of our senses and consequently of our interpretations of the world.
This really sings along, Dave. So well composed.
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