CLARITY

CLARITY

A Poem by T
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written 2007

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Wrestling with precise phrase
to deal with the substance of your view.
Heeding the call of your irresolution
I no longer give a damn about you.

Doleing out your petty grievances
ever about life's situations.
Handing out morsels of attention
making me wait in anticipation.

Anger, resentment occupied.
Best keep your distance now.
I'll find the meaning that best suits you
au revioir seems too simple somehow.

Disenchantment comes with acquaintances
sympathy is not among the majority.
Too many years of understanding
clouds the vision of the minority.

Decisions are free from impediment
when love no longer blinds
clearer the patterns of irreverance
when you run away from the lion.

To discover the golden fleece
the process of course now becomes.
It is mine alone to discover
I AM THE ONLY ONE.

© 2008 T


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I read this poem, and without conscious effort, as I reach the end, a sigh escapes; and I feel as if I've been slapped with reality, my blinders pulled from my face. To be aware. To be authentic. To care. To give a damn about something or someone other than yourself. To see what is possible, because it is. To let the troubles of the world roll away. To find that person who can lift us as we lift them and together we fly. To de-clutter our lives of the dross we accumulate when we aren't looking. To breath the air fresh and see the sun as if looking for the first time. I feel all of the above in this poem T. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The mix of the emotional and the detached as the piece progresses works well toward the work's overall conclusion of necessary separation.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I agree with the others that reviewed this piece that there is a sense of moving on. I've been in that boat many times and still it never feels good. On one hand, your free from the restraints of anothers watchful eye and then on the other hand, your lonely without someone walking by your side. Love is a dangerous game that leaves debris wherever it roams, but whether the debris is passable, remains bought, borrowed and owned. I enjoyed the flow and feeling in this piece.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yea, girl. Tell 'em. You expressed a feeling of moving on and relizing whats important.
when love no longer blinds
clearer the patterns of irreverance
when you run away from the lion.
It is wonderful when eyes open and can see clearly.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a real eye opener to the fact that we alone must choose our path and not let loved ones push us in other directions... a beautiful poem with such great philosophy.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I read this poem, and without conscious effort, as I reach the end, a sigh escapes; and I feel as if I've been slapped with reality, my blinders pulled from my face. To be aware. To be authentic. To care. To give a damn about something or someone other than yourself. To see what is possible, because it is. To let the troubles of the world roll away. To find that person who can lift us as we lift them and together we fly. To de-clutter our lives of the dross we accumulate when we aren't looking. To breath the air fresh and see the sun as if looking for the first time. I feel all of the above in this poem T. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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