Sonnet 403

As a great metaphor through prismed minds
So often are the rays of truth portrayed;
Where each to each has visions of one kind
Dispersion of life’s verities arrayed.
The visioned content of veracity
Is well dependent on which eyes there view,
Oft bolstered more by voiced tenacity
Of tenets held, that they not be impugned.
For what of hope where one sees black, one white;
The presence of all hues or none the same,
Or complicating matters, yet the blight
Of sight clear seen but knowledge quite disclaimed.
Where fact perceived is but a visioned tone,
There, as opinion, each shall clutch his own.

©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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