Questioning My Good Sense

Who reset the line of answers
So they could change lanes
And pass right by
Questioning my good sense?

Was this done to enter into
All that matters the most to me
To watch me climb those hills
Of my anxiety?

I know that if I will only sit still
I could easily assume
Everything will be just fine
All evidence removed.

Do you hear what I am saying
Is it not all in plain view?
How exceptions approach
Introduce themselves to you.

Outside of my existence, I know
Something looks at me
Forces my feet off balance
When it's time to leave

Should I relax within the bruises
Of various possibilities?
Carry them into the darkness
Until I lose sight of me.

When I glance to reconsider
All the excepting evidence
Who resets the answers
Questioning my good sense?

Author's Note

Who is driving the bus?

Reviews

[Joel M Frye]

All I know is that when I alone drive the bus, it's sure to head off the nearest cliff. What made perfect sense to me yesterday no longer fits into today's world. As cummings wrote, "Always the beautiful answer which asks a more beautiful question". Changeful storm, indeed, this creature called life. Good poetry helps tame the storms with wise guidance. This is good poetry, Neva.

[Audrey Howitt]

Good question! Your poem raises the question well. My favorite line: Should I relax within the bruises Of various possibilities? How much do we relax into what fate offers? Or do we at all? Well done as always Neva.

[Dream Weaver]

The pic goes very well with this self pondering piece.
Enjoy it much :)

[Moflo]

This is a strong poem! I love the emotion behind it and the self-questioning aspect adds to both intrigue and profound revelation. Great job.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Slowed and peacful, a dashing sense of female power, well done

[Hayley]

Yes, that question seems to haunt, doesn't it?
You bring to light the single most important question and express the thought process well. Like Creepy Swine Guy, I also zeroed in on the use of the word "bruises". Sometimes when I don't pilot my own life, pain can be involved. Let's just hope this person is a good driver :)

[tigerclaw]

Who is driving the bus. Very often I think I am only to find out the hard way. This is a wonderful piece to read. So many things ran through my mind because I understand the questioned asked and the answer that is being sought. Keep up the good work.

[Lily Mae]

I love the poem and your authors' note brought a smile to my face.. That's a question I've asked myself so many times.. xx

[Sel Whiteley]

Due to the demanding and soul-searching questions, this is an incredibly engaging poem. The first stanza shows how in the fastrack of life, answers prove elusive, perfectly, the classic imagery being masterfully employed. Sometimes, life is an uphill struggle and being passive seems preferable, as we are overcome with anxiety, that's beautifully captured too. I especially liked "hills of my anxiety". There is always a risk that when we describe a psyche we venture too far away from the tangible image, throughout this poem is well-controlled, avoiding this possibility. The sixth stanza is by far my favourite, I love it. the images mixed with the emotions and need to escape a self is tear-jerking. The poem is also well-shaped, I especially like the masterful use of repetition. Brilliant.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I cannot help locking in on the use of the word "bruises" I do not believe that this is accidental. And so I interpret this to be about a subject who is being hurt, perhaps physically, perhaps emotionally ... or maybe both. The reference to setting feet off balance when it's time to leave, is wonderfully subtle, but leads me steps closer to the understanding that I arrived at.

This is not the typical, "men are horrible because you beat me" poem, of which I've grown weary (I don't feel that I should take the rap for muscle-shirted, beer-drinking buffoons who women seem inexplicably drawn to.) You have done something far more thoughtful and reflective.