February 2012
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a poem about paradox
OPPOSITES
The minute I hear concrete I think abstract.
When I try to fill the page I see an empty one instead.
Color reminds me of black and white,
stillness cries movement
and order lends itself to chaos.
The seen lies hidden in the unseen.
What is unseen may finally be seen.
Life is a riddle
that only the wise and newborn
know the answer to.
For me…….
There is no answer.
Everytime I decide on...