Flabberghosted (verb): the state of being utterly shocked that someone who seemed so present could become so absent.
See also: These three poems.
Five senses
Five senses—
five ways
to the truth.
Five liars—
one lie—
one victim.
Two people—
one love.
Unfazed
Whoever talked about
unstoppable forces
and immovable objects
didn’t see my love
phase through you.
Strong wind
I thought the wind was strong—
a swift, mischievous thief
stealing my promises—
not letting them reach you.
Pardon, gentle airstream,
for there was no misdeed—
there were just feather words
and no one to grab them.
— Cae Rivas —
Physics says you can’t create matter from nothing.
Turns out you can’t create connection from nothing either.
Have you ever been flabberghosted?
Gave something solid,
got back vapor?
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The 5 senses being lied to is something I haven't thought about. Now I am.
I think maybe we see something that isn't in them to begin with. We're seeing what we want to see. Loved your poems.
Thank you.
Loved your ending lines on this one. Excellent writing!