Thursday, October 12, 2006

How Things Are
By Don Iannone

what we think, and
not always the way the world is.
those we impose,
and those imposed by others.
those we live in,
and those others draw.
a self-initiated pendulum,
and a metronome of the self.
What's important:
what really is,
and not always what we think.
what's important,
and only ours to borrrow.


Dan said...

Uh huh.

Travis Jay Morgan said...

Death: The common destination of our impermenant being.

Poetry by Kai said...

so true....

gautami tripathy said...

How encouraging...

polona said...

loved it, don!

Pat Paulk said...

I guess that means if I get a little short, I can't borrow any from you. Guess I'll be satisfied pondering the poem!!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks all. Wish I could engage more, but life permits me just this, but know I believe you are all special.

Mike said...

Ooh, I love your take on limits in this poem. Very creative approach to that fact in our lives.

Rachie Poo said...

This is a great poem. We put ourselves into corners sometimes and forget what is really for others opinions of us.

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