Thread: Infinite

The happy medium they say
Is that all there is?
How about Yes and No?
I like it and I don't
Are these something to veer?

I rarely count my days
let alone hymnes in phase
are these signals of mere
or something in between?

The simple things in life
are promises of deeds
are we supposed to clear
these mountains of beliefs?


There's a saying in each pier
and there's layings ephemere
are we asking too much
or is there more to hear?

It is never too late
and yes you may see fit
are you getting that deal
that instinct that feels real?

The tickle of this rime
is a story of two sides
the one who flew the nest
and the one that made it first


So there you go you say
there is nothing to fear
I like my different ways
this way and that way

I like it blue today
it might be autre again
a happy medium grey
and best of all the rays

A mind can never set
in all the wonders of best
life is too enriched
to settle for just It

So take up all your seats
for there is more to please
then what let's out the Neil's
to this great founded scene.

Hi Ash thank for youe vey constructive and enjoyable comments.
And yes the ''recursion does lend itself to the title''...very clever thing to say I must admit...I did not even notice..
I write my poem then I put the title and sometimes I don't even know why such title..crazy I know

PS 'recursion'..how very odd indeed...I laughed too...

I'm utterly confused... explain?

Where do I start??
It is just a poem and it is mainly about no having to always chose as life is always full of other, better, more, etc...
About wanting this that way and the other.....just a play on word??

Infinitely intriguing... As always---a mind bending exercise in coming to grips with what you are saying....OH--my head hurrrttts! Love it though... Peace...Jul