An objective examination
of a sight so familiar
that we don’t ‘see’ it any more
sometimes comes as a shock.
When did all the paint peel off
those window frames?
How come I didn’t notice
all these potholes?
When did these ugly bins arrive?
Why haven’t they repaired that crack?
Oh please take me back
to my beloved village street,
to the comforting beauty
of home.
We Write Poems suggests we search our imagination and find something that we see as beautiful…. but others might regard as ugly.
So true. It can be hard to see without that filter; and so upsetting when you do!
I think it is healthy that our point of view can be altered and changed. We might not like the result, but it speaks more to being aware than blindly accepting,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/01/30/little-girl-with-a-big-name/
My hometown was a dump then, is only an older dump now. Recently visited after a 2 decade absence confirms my strong lack of desire to visit ever again.
Well done, it shows how much of a role our minds play in informing us of what we see and what we think we see. It’s all perception. I so enjoy your work.
Thank you, Laurie. I’ll try to keep it coming!
This is kind of cute!
So true how we stop seeing something we pass everyday!
What a perceptive prompt! It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, looking with goodbye eyes at my piece of Paradise. It has changed, and so have my eyes. Loved your poem – clever you
Oh I know that feeling! Suddenly seeing something familiar through new eyes.
It also affected my past – I found my childhood home on Google Earth or Maps or something. I remembered it as practically a mansion…yes, well…