What if…

Through different eyes,
see I differently,
Same scene but
lighting, Different
same room but different
Grain of dust.
There we have death or life.

Through different eyes,
dust moves.
A wall looks grayer,
your shoes turned black.
Then we have a contrast, or abstract

Through differing eyes,
I see & hear a different word,
When you said, “herd”,
I hear “bird”.
Then we have confusion.

You say, “sight”
I hear, “bite”, so I do
Then we have a war.

Communication requires work,
determination,
dedication
action and purpose.

Janice Wood

Title: What If…

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The poet calls her collection of poems-“Working this thing called life, ” as quoted from Ilona Barns.

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