Planet Caravan

Planet Caravan
By: Gabrielle Galchan

Optimist, optimist, You see only what you want to see;
Your eyes are a deformed sieve.
You sleep on rosebeds and awake to sunlight; You feed pigeons and carry neighbors’ grocery bags. You’re a happy man (you’re a madman).

Pessimist, pessimist, You shake the hands of clocks; You dream of old lovers blurred gray as tarnished cutlery. At crack of dawn you run away your existence; Your bric-a-brac consists of chocolates and a Persian cat. You’re a sad man (you’re a sane man).

Like unseeing flies, you both walk Along opposite ends of Possibility. The lines of age watch you Waltz through your days.

Optimist, optimist, Are you wrought with what could be? You protect yourself from thinking, Sickness of the eyes.

Pessimist, pessimist, Do you think deserts cannot kiss rain? You protect yourself from hoping, Sustenance of lies.

You both prefer seeming to being, Whose music is less kind.

Realist looks on and says, Born of love or death, Flowers are flowers; Born of rebirth or sorrow, Rain is rain; All realities entangled to one Another like yarn, And this is so because it is so

Writer's Statement: Writing has always been my way to delve into myself and see my thoughts from an objective perspective. Simultaneously, reading other poets' work has offered me great comfort, especially during this difficult period. These poems explore themes of existentialism and mental strength, a message which I hope to impart to my readers. Writing and reading are a form of catharsis, and I am grateful to do my part to help others through my passion for words.

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Planet Caravan
By: Gabrielle Galchan

Nourished in the Heartland. Served across America.

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Planet CaravanBy: Gabrielle Galchan

Nourished in the Heartland. Served across America.

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Planet Caravan
By: Gabrielle Galchan