Delusion

What the mind creates Is real; the physical is The illusion. Art born of Passion like a finger that Touches a wasps nest, Be still and no harm will Come . Storm clouds Gather; I smell the linseed On the canvas. Mind that Guides the hand that Guides the pigment that Calms the storm. Fingers Touch and we can see our Soul? A sea of faces stare At me; I am one, are they The delusion?

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M.I.A .

Date: 10/7/2010 5:37:00 PM

beautiful, always enjoy your art

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/29/2010 8:38:00 AM

David, a friend of mine used to say, "Thoughts are actions, too." I never realized what she meant until I read this poem. Indeed, the mind creates reality that comes from the writer's heart. Beautiful poem, my friend. I have missed reading your work lately. (Sorry I missed this one earlier. I was in Disney World when you posted it and I just searched your name to find this gem.) Love, Carolyn

Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 9/21/2010 7:19:00 AM

What the mind creates is real to you and perhaps those faces. It is an illusion to the physical perhaps until you express it in the physical. Interesting write, David! Thought provoking as usual.......smile!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/20/2010 10:18:00 AM

Hello there David !! What a wonderful and fascinating enjoyment to read this wonderful poem. (( many interesting thoughts go thru my mind while reading this awesome and clever write. Enjoy and take care,..p.d.

Deb Wilson

Date: 9/19/2010 11:12:00 PM

quite introspective..enjoyed..Take care~Deb