Arthur knowles

Rookie (07/31/66 / Albany NY)

Illusions - Poem by Arthur knowles

I am real,
Well that’s what I have been told,
But even though, through mortal senses,
A world I behold.
I can not help but wonder,
Am I no more then a reflection,
Passing by a window?
Or a spark of inspiration,
Struggling against the winds,
Of intimidation.

Maybe I am a dropp of morning dew,
Only to evaporate by afternoon.
Maybe I am last night’s dream,
Being analyzed into absurdity.
Maybe I am the sum of written words,
Not quite being what the author meant to say,
Being vigorously erased,
Wiped from the page.

I am real,
Well that’s what I have been told,
But only time will tell,
Or is that an illusion also?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010


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