Thank you Piri and Jim, for your feedback. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to put that poem up on chordie at first as I have this thought that maybe I’m over supplying chordie with my poems. I thought by at least by posting this poem on chordie it will be available for anyone who might be interested in my poems in the future rather than disappear altogether by not being shared in a public way. Up until now it had only been sent out to a couple of people by email in the hope that it might entertain them rather than bore them. I have had a look at contributing some of my poems to some poetry sites but none of them appealed to me. I guess I'm overthinking it and, in the end maybe my perceptions can lead me in the wrong direction. While I'm ranting on about words here is another poem I wrote on words.
Perception
Some say the room is empty.
Even when there is only one person happy in thought.
Some say that person is lonely.
Others say that person is happy alone.
A person who sleeps most of the day even though they have had a shower and breakfast every morning.
If they stay in bed most the day some say their bedridden.
If they get up early have breakfast and a shower.
Then get on a chair and sleep most the day.
What do they call that chair-ridden.
Someone enjoying a book on a couch.
Some say they are feeding their mind.
Others call them couch potatoes.
Some feel lonely in a crowd and yet happy at home on their own.
To each their own.
Today a person called a Hermit is often considered antisocial.
In days of old becoming a Hermit was considered a legitimate pathway to salvation.
Many hermits came to be regarded as saints.
Beware of perceptions that a word can paint.
