everything is the same
nothing is the same
everything:
same heart, mind, and soul
same body, face, and eyes
same family, job, and home
same sun, moon, and stars
nothing is the same:
not heart, mind, or soul
body, face, or eyes
family, job, or home
sun, moon, or stars
similar, in some cases
in some cases, not
subtle, in some cases
in some cases, drastic
known, in some cases
in some cases, mysterious
now wondering if anything can ever truly be the same
or if anything can every truly not be the same
or whether there’s any difference
if everything is somehow already perfect
I read an interesting contrast in the poem that is of a completely disconnected and simply observing/inquisitive observer and that of a hyper-connected in emotionally laden reflector. I do not read a lot of poetry, but I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Drew! Sometimes I write poetry when I am working on conflicting sensibilities. Poetry allows me to express ambivalence and even complete contradiction in ways that other genres doesnt. I really appreciate you taking the time to comment!