The World of Illusion

Sharing this poem with The Poetry Pantry at Poets United, and with A Poem of Our Own at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
The challenge at the Imaginary Garden asks me to weave into a poem, the title of three of my earlier poems. I’ve linked the poems to the words.


The World of Illusion

where has it gone, that world,
which spilled hope and kindness,
where with every thought came,
nothing but eagerness to find,
what my tomorrow held to relish;
this world is not that, no it is not,
here, each step feels so unsure,
like a misstep of regret, to fret
for what all that seems is wrong.
did such a world once exist,
or was it an illusion, a mirage,
made by innocence of childhood?


(© 10th April 2016)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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34 thoughts on “The World of Illusion

  1. This is such a wonderfully emotive write. I guess when we become adults our illusion of the world which we weaved as children shatters when reality kicks in. But then hope blooms around every corner 🙂

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa
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    • Yes. It’s a pity that it shatters, and so quickly. As children, we see things for what they are, so it’s not a complete lie. As adults, we see that there are those who set out to make it a complete lie. Thank you, Sanaa.

  2. This is a very good question. It makes me think of the difference between the dreams I had as a child, where the sky was the limit, and the reality that turned out to be adult life. So well written, Leo.

  3. Sometimes I wonder the same…as I look back on my childhood which seems so idyllic now. Were there things I was not seeing, or was it all so much simpler and hopeful back then!
    (Mary recently posted…Yes, oh Yes)My Profile

  4. Childhood innocence is very real to a child. The illusion creeps in as new experiences are layered over those childhood worlds. Love the link of ‘misstep’ – where chances themselves can be an illusion.
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  5. Yes, but who’s responsible for lighting the candle when it blows out? Our literature needs hope during these time. Your piece was well written and good but it was sad and hopeless, as we are doomed to stay hapless. This is by no means a critique of your writing, which is excellent, just responding to the theme 🙁 (that seems to be running in the current of this week’s writing).
    ZQ

    • Ah. I didn’t mean it to be hopeless and hapless, but it’s a contemplation that seems more strong of late. It would be good if we had that hope to re light the candle ourselves. 🙂 Thank you for the pondering, ZQ.

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