perspective | MacroMichael

A sonnet that I wrote this morning. This is about sharing views and news without misunderstanding the truth of each complicated personality.

So Blue

Each day the news arrives at your front door,

Out to recycle when the day has passed,

The headlines all change, but you are hard core,

Your understanding of the world will last,

My own perspective is great from up high,

But I can still see what goes on beneath,

It’s clear to me, that just sometimes words lie,

Today feels like I got kicked in the teeth,

Cruel Freudian slips, the kind that sink ships,

Distort truth, and leave me out on the range,

Great psychology tips, can’t stop my lips,

My read of manifest content is strange,

It’s not always that way, I can think too,

Maybe the reason I don’t feel so blue

victoria 021 I have been remiss in keeping up to date with my poetry – many years of low-productivity.

Here is something I just wrote:

Forming Power through Core Ideas

I don’t want to be lost in the process?

Or otherwise caught in the wrong moment,

If left thinking about a gear in time,

Looking for the outside machine grows old,

Nomadic thoughts, no matter anyways,

When transitions are made new thoughts can save,

Changing perspective at the right juncture,

Connects the machines and charges new plans,

At any given second a bright idea can be:

Hotter than the sun and far brighter than the moon and stars,

One sure point, internally energized and powerful,

Silent signals of tomorrow fuel plans of the future,

Igniting chain reactions, quietly,

At first the brilliance must be cradled,

The tie to the outer core is fragile,

And to the complete form, we must stay true,

Spinning and turning in the end is fine,

The shape inside must be perfected first,

Finely tuned instruments flowing, playing,

Divine atmosphere grows sure harmonies

MacroMichael