Gedankenexperiments
Stained glass words that crack
the chords of unsightly lack
in shattered folly shoaling
a lost, along, a holding .
Flatly wiping out
all this is contrived about
instead of ideas complete
theoretical defeat
.
If lightly slippered thought
distil directions sought
then a weeping gives it seems
no seeking sleep in schemes.
Tonight be on my bed,
around my head instead
to frank contort the shape
protect complete the fate
Yet for a portion lie
delivered or you die
and confused failed that you be
is not what others see
for glass if splintered break
all must now hesitate
complete the words now down
another one for frown
Despond delivered free
without complexity
the fissures of this mind
are what you left behind
another as you wished
other blankets kissed
a fool, a hope, a thief
see through the thoughts belief
conundrum of your life
complete with endless strife
coupled with the vex
of always when to stretch
in simple terms it might
be yes and always right
investigate the fools
who never break the rules
believe your creativity
relapsing sanity
and if you are allowed
shout all you can this loud
Comments
Always a pleasure to read here.. It was said by Henrik Tikkanen : Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence. I also belive that when one shares thought outside the box some view it as insane or mad. I think of it as a challenge to learn what I do not know.. Keep up the great idea Ken…
I like the idea that Poe used a thought experiment to prove why the sky is not completely white given that there are a infinite number of stars. That is the kind of thought I like.
– Kenart
NOW SHOUTING LOUD! (or maybe i’m just thinking loud? ouch…) hehe Great read! Thanks.
You are welcome. Thanks for reading it, softly I hope.
– Kenart
Oh I knew what was coming as soon as I read your first words. A powerful writing. Why do I taste gall? Your pen is as mighty as your brush and camera .
Gall? Perhaps or maybe testing be more accurate or testy?
– Kenart
Possibly, I like the options you give:-)
So clear and white the sky would be Ken if we had no veils to hinder our minds… I think maybe that would be a fun topic to share with Poe at the time..
I am gasping for air as I held my breath all the way through this poem … not intentionally mind you – I just found I was holding it at the end when I started turning dizzy … what can I say … fabulous is so inane and not enough!
Oh thank you so much Jen. saying I’m glad you liked it is also not enough.
– Kenart