As we are exploring the visual in this month’s content, it seemed only appropriate to have some personal musings on the nature of understanding and vision. As you get older, the obsession with what others think of you becomes progressively less important. There are far more significant things to concern yourself with, after all, and in the next few weeks, I’ll be using that mindset to create both micropoetry and haiku.
What You See
Stop, not one more word
The point is missed: what you see
Fails to represent.
Your vision is flawed,
Remains myopic: step back
then, consider change.
Sometimes glacial,
Progress remains: step forward
Regardless of time.
From the ashes, each
Destruction of self: rising
Ready, try again.
Start as difference,
Give me your hand: what you see
Could be so much more.
The Internet of Words 