six point seven billion illusionists
today on this globe
seeking consensus
of the senses
declaring the colors reflected
by the eye
to the brain
are actually on the canvas
and the illusion of art continues
sifting vibrations through ear canals
mimicking back out the nice ones
to deliver a wondrous sound
and the illusion of music resonates
labeling objects
by creating words
creating categories
by building language
and the illusion of literature swirls in the air
while the illusion of science
arranges the pieces on the ground
six point seven,
growing
no major train wreck in sight
such is the consensus of the illusory senses tonight
Whatever the idea is, It's a wonderful poem. Art, music, literature.....the creational beings are always illusionary.
I must say astonishing work! I love how everything flows together, although I had to read it twice to understand it. It's amazing work.
this is astonishing! ! ! this is now my ultimate favorite poetry. It's the philosphy that hits right to the point whether you understand it or not. Those who know it applies to them. amazing job! i give u a round of applause.
Beautiful in words but I guess over my head I couldn't grasp what you were talking about.I'm not that smart when it comes to philosophy
6.7 billion illusionists all projecting the illusion that all is well as we stripmine the earth to feed our thirst for more of the same immediate gratification and turn the oceans into our toilet. Your poem is quite profound; it will require more than one reading to grasp its meaning. It did prompt me to contemplate that as a species man has been a bit too successful to the detriment of everything, I realize that my thoughts above are not the meaning of your poem, but good poems always stimulate the mind to think and spin off in new directions. Of course, I do believe the absolute meaning of a poem, or prose text for that matter, is important. It does matter. Thus far, I have leaped with the thoughts your poem inspired by setting my mind in motion. I will be adding your poem to my favorites to contemplate further in order to strictly analyze the text rather than continue to bring my meaning to the poem. Thanks. Fine write.
plsnt write.............beautiful, words dancing n merry........10+++ sebastine
This is a strange faculty of mind with human beings, very strange.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ok I read it at least 7 times.. in the beginning you said there are (6.7 billions) of illusionists that are seeking of senses *the number indicates the whole population so, you and me are included and we are illusionists…so why are we? ..... you talked about the eyes...(sight) then you ended by' illusion of art' so we are sharing this point then, you mentioned the ear and how it works by a wonderful words(the hearing) then you ended by the illusion of music, and this is also we share 'labeling objects by creating words' this part was so creative .. and there is a point here that I didn't get ' the illusion of literature swirls in the air while the illusion of science arranges the pieces on the ground' in my point of view, as a student who study science, I think my illusion swirls in the air... ...it is illusion anyway! ! . ...So I think you didn't mention the other senses( taste, touch, smell) am I right! ! ? I'm just a beginner who don't know anything so' I would ask you to clarify this awesome poem to me