Conjecture

Conjecture

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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An opinion or conclusion formed on the basis of incomplete information

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Conjecture




An intuition

Based on imperfect knowledge

Cannot be trusted


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© 2021 Phill Oz O'fee


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I wish I could read your poem in terms of actual intelligence imparted. What you say is true, period. But then there's the mind-wander about how prevalent conjecture has become as part of our public discourse, & on & on, so your succinct observation ignites the very conjecture so many are on the verge of spouting (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Intuition relies on the subconscious, but if we have been raised with incorrect knowledge, or prejudice, or hatred, then our intuition shouldn't be trusted. This is a fantastic haiku.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I wish I could read your poem in terms of actual intelligence imparted. What you say is true, period. But then there's the mind-wander about how prevalent conjecture has become as part of our public discourse, & on & on, so your succinct observation ignites the very conjecture so many are on the verge of spouting (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Obviously, my intuitions cannot be trusted...
My knowledge is extremely imperfect.
But so many of us will try to spring these intuitions as sacred word anyway.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

3 Years Ago

Thanks my friend - I appreciate your feedback ... :-)

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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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