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Monday, 17 August 2015

Poem: The cavern of my thoughts

how do you know how long to wait
do you smell it when the time is up
or do you blindly take a leap of faith?
how much of our childhood memories
have we changed with time? 
when age takes us over, will they still be vivid?
and do you know the answer to the question
why poets will never be scientists?
sometimes we need that alarm clock to ring louder
to get us back on the road again
as we counted the stars from sunset to sunrise
but forgot the number, because our lips entwined
by the camp fire we exchange conversations
that could fill a book, yet there still won't be
any black and white answers, as we would expect
since we don't like it to be gray, especially when
talking about future plans; some trust that the plane
will get them to the destination in the right direction
others would rather use a magnifying glass
to spy through the keyhole, but it wouldn't bring
nothing but a worried face; since you can't really
trust your eyesight, it has flaws as well,
like your mind.

32 comments:

  1. Interesting read. Nice poem.

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  2. Waiting can be painful but if there is trust that it will reach its destination , then no regrets.

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  3. Time is subjective & our thoughts fleeting as well ~

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  4. Very thought provoking.

    Thanks for visiting.

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  5. a pondering poem full of unanswered questions and imagery - favourite line
    ' others would rather use a magnifying glass
    to spy through the keyhole,"

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  6. Certainly we can't trust our eyes always, just like the mind. Very thought-provoking... loved the piece... :-)

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  7. Always thought we change our childhood memories to better deal with our adult lives..interesting write,

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  8. I think we remember (or think we do) our childhood memories better than when we get older for then the brain says "Stop no more information please" and you forget the name of the person next door!

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  9. Our thoughts do seem to change over time. The rough edges seem to wear away, and most of our past seems like candy floss. The further we are from the incident the less menacing it seems. Our present reality seems to work backward from that. Ha. I really would not want to know the future, because that would imply I could not change it.

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  10. And what a bright, smart and illuminating cavern that is - so many pearls in this wonderful poem...it is indeed a shame that poets can't be scientists - maybe even vice versa -'we' both deal with the essence of life

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  11. Interesting thoughts you keep in that cavern!

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  12. Ah yes, both one's eyesight and one's mind have flaws! We cannot always trust our own perceptions or our memories. So little is black and white.

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  13. Luv the "counting of stars" ah yes we poets do

    Sunday smiles Natasa

    Much love...

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  14. superb :) and so true we will never know how long to wait sometimes we need the alarm clock and sometimes time just passes by. love the part with counting stars from sunset to sunrise :)

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  15. I can see that young couple by the campfire talking about their hopes and dreams....and wondering.........whatever direction the path takes, it will be a beautiful journey.

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  16. and do you know the answer to the question
    why poets will never be scientists?

    That is a very pointed question indeed.

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  17. since you can't really
    trust your eyesight, it has flaws as well,
    like your mind.

    Often we fail to see and understand what lies ahead of us. Such powerful closing lines.

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  18. I think one must take the leap of faith--something scientists try not to do. What would life be like if fated, if certain? Thanks for this thoughtful reading.

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  19. I think we might never know when is the right time...sometimes you have to follow your gut take a plunge if it is something your truly desire and not just a fleeting thought. Our vision is sometimes blurry when it comes to the future.

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  20. Some very interesting and very lovely deep thoughts found in that cavern!

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  21. Everything flowing, changing and the dreams from childhood maybe just take the real forms and making sense when we really understand what for....~ thoughtful writing, good one.

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  22. I like the idea of gathering around a campfire - such a good focal point.

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  23. That cavern is definitely not empty but full of thoughts streaming in poetic form. So true we can't totally trust our minds but it's interesting to watch it.

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  24. those are tough questions to answers. maybe it's more on the leap of faith - maybe we can feel it that's time to move on , to strike, to do the positives.

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  25. what a cavern of interesting thoughts.
    poets ask, why are there stars? scientists ask, what are stars? i think that's the difference. :)

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  26. Love this poem on yhe imperfection of love.

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  27. Eye, memory, time, and mind all play tricks as we travel whatever path we are on. It can be difficult to know when,

    Elizabeth

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  28. Great question, why poets will never be scientists? Perhaps because poets are guided by the heart and emotions, while scientists need proof and hard facts. I once wrote a poem about this you may enjoy, see, Afterglow at http://loredana-donovan.blogspot.com/2014/04/afterglow.html?m=1

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    1. Thank you, Natasa, for stopping by to comment on Afterglow, hope you enjoyed it ... you see how us poets think alike. Smiles :)

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  29. Time is an ethereal thing that, I have found over my many years ... becomes more so with age. A very interesting, thought provoking perceptive, well rendered.

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