Poetry either strikes at the first glance, or not at all.-
J.M Coetzee
Friday, July 16, 2010
Déja vu
Why do I feel that I knew something
that I knew it would happen;
and I saw it happen then
when time was elusive as it could be,
and in the murky maze of dreams
I couldn't see what surrounded me.
Or so it seems.
Life is a true mistery...
ReplyDeleteNicely written!
Dreams and reality. Cnnfusion always!!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
Eileen
"in the murky maze of dreams" - lovely phrase. I love watching your globe spin. Cool!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for commenting. @ Eileen: Yeah, this is what i wanted to express- life is confusing and the confusion is between dreams and reality.
ReplyDeleteWhat a murky run of dreams... who knows... they can still come true!
ReplyDeletethey can come true.........maybe they come true everyday. maybe what i saw really happens. there is no way of knowing.
ReplyDeleteAh yes deja vu...crazy feeling worthy of a poem.
ReplyDeleteNicely written, I know that feeling! :-)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed it.......that hard-to-put-one's-finger-on moment.
ReplyDeleteone long sentence poem, well done.
ReplyDeletetrue.
ReplyDeletewell done.
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bless you.
Nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, well written.
ReplyDeleteYou captured the feeling perfectly, especially with the word elusive. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteDoes the dichotomy between dreams and reality really matter?
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