I have some notions of nothingness
I have some ideals of illusions
Into the abyss then with these thoughts
My ideas, ideals and delusions.
I can sweep away those cob-webbed dreams
Wipe clean every troublesome image
But nothing, nothing ever again
Can help me really turn the page
There are persistant and resistant matters
That will come back like a boomerang
Like a half-latched door in a tempest
That will continue to maddeningly bang
Away then and into the vast starry night
I will somehow continue to live;
My ideals of illusions, my dreams of delusions
Can also help to make me survive.
if we take dreams, illusions, hopes then we would be poor shrunken things, to survive they play significant role..well said..
Like it very much. Hang on to your idas and ideals, and even to your delusions. F
Ideals are never illusions but sometime life forces us feel so...excellent write with deep imagery.....
Ideas and ideals are what we strive for in life and can cnstrude to visions of what we hope to achieve, illusions often take us down the path to nowhere, your pen is powerful and thought provoking thankyou Rani 10 Chris
I like this poem because it gives hope for the future. In spite of nagging reminders from the past that are troublesome. Somehow a person finds a way to go on...with the emphasis on ideals. Well done.
Silly idealist comments that just give patronizing advice. It's literature! It's a wonderful poem and I loved the hopeful ending and the image of starry night. It evoked the same feelings I get when I look at Van Gogh's famous painting. Looking forward to reading more of your work! X's and O's
je ne sais pas...perhaps a certain notion of nothingness can reshape the meaning of time - planck time and illusion...maybe i am wrong-they based on a binary logic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this whole big things.....living is an illussions..............it will vanished when we're no longer here.............