My Conceptions Poem by Eric Cockrell

My Conceptions

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my conceptions,
a small cardboard box
jammed with reality

till it bursts, and spills over...
open minded?
how could a grain of dust

blowing through infinity
be any other way?
how can a candle

pretend to be a star?
how can the sound
inside the shell call itself

a wave?
how can a blind man
paint the sunset?

my conceptions,
...just a nuisance!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Blakemore 25 November 2011

So much to ponder on here, excellent poem.

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Dave Walker 25 November 2011

Really like it. A really great poem.

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