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Summary

This is a free verse poem about a transformed perspective on life and nature, accompanied by an image of an ArtYard exhibit and links to other articles.

Abstract

The poem describes a scenario where one's perspective is flipped, with their head close to the earth and feet walking on the clouds. It emphasizes the ease and lightness of this new perspective, as well as the transformative power of art. The poem explores the idea that truth is subjective and encourages readers to look at life from a different perspective. The website also includes a referral link to join Medium, an invitation to buy the author a coffee, and links to other articles written by the author.

Opinions

  • The author suggests that truth is subjective and depends on one's perspective.
  • The author encourages readers to look at life from a different perspective.
  • The author values creative expression and the transformative power of art.
  • The author invites readers to support their work by joining Medium with their referral link or buying them a coffee.

Perspective: New View

In the Clouds

Free Verse of truth in life and death.

ArtYard Exhibit © Brooklyn Muse

Artyard is an incubator for creative expression and a catalyst for creative collaborations that reveal the transformational power of art.” Frenchtown, NJ

Imagine seeing everything transformed

your head is close to the earth, your feet walking on the clouds

the step is easy, light

the earth breathes life into your hair, mouth, nose, and ears.

The winds/ storms are the current- sometimes stagnant/ sometimes swift.

Your perception is of the soil, the lifeblood of seeds and rain.

What you thought of reality is askew

details are forefront, people are lighter

in form and energy

Truth is what you make of it.

Imagine seeing everything transformed

maybe that is the authenticity of nature

it is all askew.

We just need to look at life from another

perspective.

Maybe, who knows?

Why not?

I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge)

I do drink coffee lots of it. All kinds, any kind. My new love is cortado- simple elegance. If you choose to you may — Buy me a coffee?

If you choose not to buy me a coffee, please remember to clap fifty (50) times. Just hold down that little finger…I could use the inspiration. Thanks.

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Free Verse
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