What’s real does not bounce particles
Nor swim with random waves.
Its surface swings an open door,
Predictably behaves.
The real’s beyond the object.
Love lifts it, lets us see,
Sustaining every now we know
While veiled majestically.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting.
Photos: “Overlooking Lake Michigan” by the author.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
The real and beautiful can sometimes be found underneath: While veiled majestically. Love your photo too Frank ~
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We sometimes confuse the real for the surface. I am glad you liked the photo. Thank you, Grace!
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I think this is one of my favourites of your poems Frank -the rhythm and rhyme a marvellous match for the philosophical undertow
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Thank you, Laura! I’m glad you liked the sound and the thought behind the poem.
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What is real? It is a question often asked. Especially now.
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It is hard to say what it is. We often confuse it with what we see in front of us. Thank you, Annell!
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“The real’s beyond the object.” – Great observation, Frank.
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Thank you, Dan!
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Wonderful poem Frank. Your hook got me on the first line. I wanted to say no no he got that backwards! Then I read the rest. Great work.
Dwight
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I am glad you liked that, Dwight! I sometimes do get things backwards.
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I like “sustaining every now we know”. I feel like this is a meditation on the spirit.
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Sustaining is something we forget. What keeps reality before us? Thank you, Amaya!
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So philosophical, Frank. I have read this multiple times, some out loud, and it is beautifully baffling and somehow calming to the soul. One of your best.
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It baffles me as well now that I think about it. Thank you, Jilly!
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Somehow the you really manage to answer the question without asking. This has the beauty of a mathematical problem
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I am a mathematician. I am glad you enjoyed it, Bjorn!
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I like the idea of real beyond the surface. Lovely photo, too.
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Thank you, Merril! I am glad you also liked the photo.
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The facade of science versus the intangibility of love; amazing.
The form looks like something I could try.
ABAB/ CDCD with syllable counts of 8/6/8/6 Yes?
(Appreciation for The Lake – she is my lady love.)
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Yes, it is a kind of common meter. I like how it sounds. It is worth trying if you haven’t written something like that before. Thank you!
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This flows so smoothly and the truth that underlies it is “real.” We are too easily victims of self deceit. I saw in comments that you are a math-person and I suspect that your great ability with form lies in that.
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It may well be the math that makes me like metrical poetry and very short, to-the-point prose. I’ve wondered about that in the past. Thank you, Victoria!
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Accidents define us. (playing off your comment on my poem)
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I take it you liked that comment. I enjoyed your poem. Thanks, Sabio!
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All real things are veiled-some majestically. Love the philosophy in your words.
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Thank you, Vivian!
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You’re welcome!
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Oh yes! There is so much reality we never see with our eyes! Love it!
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Reality is deeper than the surfaces we can measure. Thank you, Mary!
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I love the sentiment expressed here, that what’s real and true is often below the surface. Lovely poem, Frank.
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There is more going on than the surface although it might be beautiful. Thank you, Angela!
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Yes, there is. You’re welcome, Frank.
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SMiLes mY FriEnd iN Human
Terms Love Binds all
Even
fAct
oF ReaSon
to disCard it
is to FaLL apART..:)
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Love binds all. Thanks, Fred!
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GRanD
CoVeR
Endless
Pages
Love..:)
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Philosophical poetry, Frank. Maybe we never know what is real.
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That would give us an eternity to keep looking with wonder. Thank you, Sara!
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