Mixed

It’s a world of confusion, some kind of illusion? We live in together, making believe, forever! Sadness and sorrow, just waiting for tomorrow… Crying in laughter, from, here ever after.

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Jeanne Mcgee

Date: 7/16/2019 3:36:00 PM

That sounds like all my relationships...crying in laughter. a wonderful sentiment. Lovely poem.

Ann Foster
Date: 7/16/2019 7:25:00 PM

We get married with forever in our heart, and love on our lips... later it is over and all lies... Often we look back and go??? "?"... Yet, I am a romantic and still believe in FOREVER! Thanks for the kind note. Hugs.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 7/15/2019 10:57:00 AM

Living is confusing and so short are our lives, a spec of sand on the beach, that it is almost an illusion, sad that we can't always be happy. A philosophical write - well penned Ann. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Ann Foster
Date: 7/15/2019 11:17:00 AM

You always have the nicest things to say my friend. Bless you. I am so glad that you enjoyed it. Hugs... Ann

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/15/2019 9:19:00 AM

I’m not sure which I enjoyed more, the poem or your responses to the comments. I like your way of expressing yourself.

Ann Foster
Date: 7/15/2019 10:30:00 AM

You are so very kind. Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed the scrawl on electronic if virtual paper. hehe. Ann

Sand Blown

Date: 7/14/2019 3:17:00 PM

life can be a b...but a door exists...our consciousness keeps it hidden from the stage lights of an everyday life dream we act out as if it's all there is...go figure : /

Ann Foster
Date: 7/14/2019 9:06:00 PM

I love the stage lights. It often feels that way, like we perform... and wait to see if the image in the mirror claps. Ann

Sandra Adams

Date: 7/14/2019 3:12:00 PM

when the confusion spins in our minds, the illusion falls through words...each person who reads the words perceive them differently, perhaps today they will cheer you up, tomorrow make you cry! Either way it's some sort of therapy :)

Ann Foster
Date: 7/14/2019 9:05:00 PM

Thank you so kindly. Lovely words themselves, truly written. Ann

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/13/2019 10:50:00 PM

It is confusion, and illusion. And we do have the tomorrows and the todays. I think we write poems in order to sort them out. Don't you?

Ann Foster
Date: 7/14/2019 9:46:00 AM

I believe it helps. You can be in one mood, write and change the whole world in a sentence or two. Ann

Kurt Ravidas
Date: 7/14/2019 9:15:00 AM

I wouldn't write if I could. There's no a reasonable reason for that. The God of illusions must be making me, I mean, the illusion of me)