Perceptions (Photo credit: Ezu)

What I see
Is not what you mean me to see
What I hear
Is not what you say
What I feel
Is a better barometer
For the things
You would desire, prefer

You’re a ghost
Living in human bones
You love most
What you can’t hold
Artist paints
A world that they alone see
And the person
They most desire to be

Are those flames
Flickering round your head
And what names
Do your angels own?
I perceive
The flaw beneath the weave
May you grieve
That I’ll never believe

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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13 Responses to Perception

  1. ioniamartin says:

    I wonder what it would be like if you released a book of nothing but poems….oh wait—I know what it would be like…heaven.

    • Wow, thanks Ionia!! One day I might but I’ve just had my third novel professionally edited so I’m thinking of publishing that in the New year…after that.. who knows? 🙂 🙂

  2. The ‘ghost living in human bones’ is a chilling and powerful line. Kept going back to it.

  3. I agree with Charles…. just imagine a whole story built around that… wow!

  4. The matter of perception is one where so often in relationships it becomes a bone of contention. You have expressed this very well Helen, well done.

  5. Everything about this is wonderfully appealing! 🙂

  6. Skye says:

    I agree with Roxi. And, a book of all poems would be incredible. 🙂

  7. Pingback: Women’s Perception Of Their Place In The World | My Everyday Psychology

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