Poem: Hearing Red as Blue

Things are not as they seem . . . even things that are as they seem are not as they seem.

Hearing Red as Blue

If you’ve ever listened to your recorded voice
    and heard yourself
        as others hear you
            and thought it wasn’t you
I propose it’s because you hear yourself from outside
    as well as inside
        as you speak the words
A unique perspective
Stay with me, there’s a point I’ll try to make

When you’re misunderstood and frustrated
    that they don’t get the point
        that seems so clear
The same strange happenstance probably applies
    And not so strange perhaps,
        if you think about it
Your conversation coming from that inside-place
    where what’s meant
        isn’t always heard

Our intentions may be hidden deep inside and layered
    with endless complication,
        paintings over paintings,
            a collage of mystery
                we hardly understand ourselves
Small wonder why, as we persist in saying white
    that they keep hearing black,
        or gray on a good day
Mixed messages, with an inside and outside, like a voice

You deserve a thoughtful conclusion from this theory
    and I’ve none to give,
        sorry about that, forgive me
Took me a long time to get this far and yet I hope
    you agree it may be true,
        unless it’s red, or blue
            depending on how you hear it
So draw your own conclusion and let me know
I’ll likely get it wrong and hear you differently
Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
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Jim Freeman's
poetry collection


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