the other side of the world
seems like my back yard
yet some how different
everything has a feeling
scenes blend together
reality meets expectation
yet not quite either one
unable to comprehend
seeing is not the proof
listen close to the colors
smell the sounds of it
feel the chorus fill you
it either works for you
or it leaves you empty
there is no way to change
the first impression lasts
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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What I got from this is that new places sometimes require a series of memories to straighten them out. It's an onslaught onto a canvas that isn't always able to take in too much. I like the way you crossed the senses and clearly expressed your first impressions.
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