Bullseye Poem by Vonnie Postit
Bullseye
to me, the truth looks like a bullseye.
a series of rings, each smaller than the next
(it is disproportionate and shifts with the sun)
the second to the center is the first level of truth.
it is the layer i use for close friends & lovers
(but mostly for the voices inside my head)
the bullseye center is the sacred or uplifted.
it holds secrets with fingers interlocked, unchanging.
(to keep safe from shifting voices inside my head)
the bullseye center is the sacred or uplifted...it is unchanging. you are a poet when you hear voices in you. it is very often divine voice...... be careful not to mix up with the worldly voices.. a fine poem dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 1:03:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Vonnie, such a good poem....10++++