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Speculation

Speculation

For a colour to exist do we have to see it?
For an emotion to exist do we have to feel it?
For a sound to be real does it need an ear?
For something to be scary do we have to feel it's fear?
For a thought to exist does it need a brain?
For something to hurt do we need to feel pain?
For a future to hope for do we need the past?
Does something need to pre-exist, to be present and to last? 

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Tony Taylor

My kind of stuff dear poet sister!!..... beautifully conceived and VERY well delivered...... asking the age old philosophical 'head scratchers' that resonate so powerfully in poetic form...... excellent rhythm and timing here JAYNE!!..... Is it possible to touch the face of God while in human form!?.....LOVE this my friend!!.....ALL STARS!!.....thanx for sharing this!!..... Love to you and yours!!..... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?☀???♥

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Jayne Curry

Thanks Tony...not the sort of thing I usually write but these things often cross my mind...I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for your kind comments once again. Love and rockets...Jayne ?

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John DeFoore Jr

so many questions I have also asked, enjoyed your questions, and join you waiting for the answers.
Great read
John

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Jayne Curry

Thanks John. I think we will be waiting a long while! Glad you enjoyed my poem x 

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