the shaper of my own world
from imagination
both triumphs and failures arise
reflections in quiet glass
the storm and calm
of my hands
eyes are open
viewing the rain
from here, inside
the thought
that changed the scene
all upside down
from the devil’s intention
light split
through the prisms
of truth
i see
if the building breaks
i’ll start with new bricks
the carving is the conversation
Shared with dVerse Poetics – craft and how we shape our own realities

Nicely done, Shaun. I especially love the ‘storm and calm of … hands’ and ‘the carving is the conversation’.
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Thanks Kim 🙏
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You’re welcome, Shaun.
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I thoroughly enjoyed your poem, deep and introspective ~ so true, the last line.
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Thanks Helen 🙏
I tried to be brief with the words and cast a feeling but not sure if the message was clear enough.
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light split
through the prisms
of truth
i see…
I love this concept! And it also illustrates why there are so many views of truth!
Well done, Shaun.
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Thanks Dwight 🙏 i’m glad that idea came through.
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You are most welcome, Shaun.
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“the carving is the conversation” – how insightful and inviting. Appreciated!
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Thanks 🙏
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Yes that last line really summed it up….
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Thanks Björn 🙏
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“the thought
that changed the scene
all upside down
from the devil’s intention”
That thought, THAT thought is what we chase after in the light of truth and imagination. To me that is the power and force of the craft, whatever it may be.
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Thanks Dora 🙏 I’m glad that this idea resonated. I get it from Stoicism – it’s not the thing that can hurt us, but our perception of it. I know that it is a common idea within faith too.
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That last stanza is especially great!
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Thanks Melissa 🙏
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