Just an illusion.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Oct 07, 2017

I see faces in the clouds
And curtains and the walls
I see faces in the trees
And the leaves before they fall
I look into the mirror
And this is what I see
A face they call a failure
Looking back at me.
I told my mother what I had seen
The the mirror clouds and curtains
And the leaves upon the trees.
Her words were wise as always
She turned and said to me
Believe nothing that you hear 
And only half of what you see.

 

Tags: Rhyme, Inspirational, Dark,

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Ja Ja commented on Oct 07, 2017 at 9:38pm
Wise is the mother that warms your heart. Hold her and consul her to never part. Thank you for the read
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 07, 2017 at 10:07pm
Thank you Ja Ja.
Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 08, 2017 at 6:45am
These wise sayings from our mothers, are pearls of wisdom that we should treasure and pass on to the next generation, very well written Christopher.
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 08, 2017 at 6:03pm
Thank you Cecilia.
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 09, 2017 at 2:56pm
You are a million miles from failure......another one of your very good poems Chris....
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 24, 2017 at 9:30pm
Thanks Frank nice compliment.
George Griffiths commented on Jun 05, 2018 at 11:14am
Absolutely brilliant in my opinion, well done ;)
Christopher Russon commented on Jun 05, 2018 at 12:24pm
Thanks alot George. A women showed me a photograph of what she thought was a face in the Clouds I feel bad now thinking back but i said to her its just an illusion. So that's how this poem came about.
R.T. Aquinas commented on Jun 11, 2018 at 4:16pm
This is great Christopher, certainly not a failure. And as others have said mothers are very wise.

 

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