Illusions,
Come together in a poem
And there they stay.
They're not real,
They're fiction's prey,
One cannot live from Illusions
Unfortunately,
Even if its hard, poetically
To admit,
And even if is so painfully
Difficult
For a poet, to say.
Dear Sandra, a wonderfully insightful poem. Those of us who indulge in poetry are up to our ears in illusions. Real life is also illusory as we flit through each day. Are we here or there? That is the question we must answer. A great poem. So thoughtful.
A more than wonderful answer by you. You understood so well and so profoundly. Your comment was right in tune, right in poetic line with my thoughts and feelings. What a joy to share, these feelings and ideas. And thank you so much for all the compliments. I sincerely never feel I deserve e
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An exceptional poem, dear Ma'am Sandra....10+++++
Dear Bernard, You are always more than kind. Very much gratitude, for your exceptional words..