shimon weinroth


Changing Signals - Poem by shimon weinroth

How fickle is human consciousness
That we do love and hate, all at once, and not at all
When it pleases do recall, with pleasure or distaste
Or cast aside, will to forget, expectations great and small

Justify, cry and sigh for fortune, all gone bye
Inconstancy of thought, we call perrogative. or a mind,
Not made up, a whim to want or let lie,
An impulse, or desire that died

Change-ability, or instability, call passing fancy
Come and go with the right to say no
Inconstancy a malady, of the logical mind,
Contradicting feelings of love and hate

Possession and dispossession,
And the time to wait
For another date


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 22, 2010


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