All A Blur

Life is all about focus That upon which you focus Becomes your reality Your own personal truth If you look at a flower And feel its texture Know its scent and color then Your flower exists It blooms for you The flower unseen However Untouched, unrealized Never makes an appearance In the blank stare of Unknown human Consequence Sometimes In the deadliest of circumstance These competing truths Flower or no flower Right or no wrong God or no God Make war upon one Another And that which was once Innocent and pure Almost wise Becomes sullied in the dark stain of Unrepentant, blind-hearted Ignorance. ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in Modern Poetry, Anthology of Modern & Contemporary Poetry, Writers & Artists Publishing, NY,2015)