The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Wednesday 11 July 2012

Deja Vu Point of View

Deja Vu
Point of view,
Seeing things
New askew.

Life lives twice.
Living dice,
Are we true
Men of ice?

Shattered time,
Scattered rhyme.
Life lives thrice.
See the mime;

Temporal splice,
Oh how nice!

No comments:

Post a Comment