Time Out for Poetry #4

Tell Me What You See

It could all be trickery

Photo credit to the author

Tell me what you see –

Is the blue peeking from the blanket of white?

The blue furtively concealing a secret, spawning a lie

Until the innocent blanket of white

Turns into a repository of lie.

Tell me what you see –

Is the blanket of white smothering the blue?

The white, perforce, cloaking its vicious villainy

Until the sins spilled into the blameless blue

Turning it into a vault of vile villainy.

***

What we see, in public, with our eyes

Are not necessarily tied to the wise

The things we are made to see could be lies

Shaped, manipulated untruths held in a vise.

For the blue could be the scoundrel

Or the cloud may be the angel

The cloud could be the scoundrel

And the blue the categorical angel.

Social media data is especially not trusty

Users file and filter their posts, so choosy

What one sees, or hears, are either glitzy

Or whiny and whingeing posts, all barmy.

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So tell me what you see –

Is the blue sky the impostor and deceiver?

Or the clouds of white the eminent deluder?

Let your eyes not be fooled by the meanderer

And let your mind guide you away from the trickster.

Photo credit to the author

So tell me what you really see.

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First published here.

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