curious nature

Speak elusive speech

Nobody will hear it.

No matter what point you reach

It'll never cease to seem unfit

My vision is a blur through the prism of shadows...

Snatched up a telescope to stalk my imminence

Its far and  its hard to grasp what is it  that really matters

And death -  makes the deed with the lack of evidence

Enlightened or misguided - the impasse of a lifetime

I keep inhaling the aroma of  profligacy...

Am I inside the perimeter or swaying on the sideline?

Condemned to indecision by my own obstinacy.

I am certain of the certain uncertainties

Nothing has changed....

All lives on earth have some similarities

Prudently arranged.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Abilash Uttama]

sometimes we think that whether we are in right place or not and this doubt persists for a while but these doubts are essential, uncertainties are essential. Amazing piece!

[Ana B.]

Thank you for this Abilash :)

[CA Anurag Sharma]

My vision is a blur through the prism of shadows...
Snatched up a telescope to stalk my imminence...
Awesome....

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much.

[Daisy]

yup true............ awesome poem ana keep it up

[Ana B.]

Thank you Daisy!

[ANTO]

The whole poem has a thread of self-doubt. Has it all been a waste of time so far. Have I made the proper commitment or have I been dithering all this time. Theres a certain amount of wishing that someone would take the responsibility of the decisions that can/will be life-changing, away from the writer.

Life doesnt come with any guarantees - except that a) you will get hurt at some stage b) you will expire at some stage - ergo the great leveller is referred to - 'all lives have some similarities'

This is the most obscure I feel of your writing which reflects the obscuring of what seemed to be once such a clear pathway - its now overgrown with Life and the path is rapidly disappearing.

Can I just say - the first stanza reminded me of a Suzanne Vega song called Language in which she laments the difference in the speed of thought and the speed of the fingers (to write said thoughts down) or the tongue/mouth to express said thoughts. They are a blur. The first stanza seemed to me to be a similar kind of lament about the suitability of 'speech' to express thoughts. Totally way off but I never miss a chance to reference Suzanne Vega - heres the track
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdZQYXSIceE

[Ana B.]

:) Thank you for the insight ANTO, never heard of Suzanne Vega, but it seems nice....peculiar.
Thank you very much for stopping by, even in my obscure shades :D

[ANTO]

I prefer the shade most times - I like the sun but with my blond and fair complexion it doesnt like me (for long) lol
YVW Ana :))

[Ana B.]

ha ha, well it makes sense i suppose, i never had the patience to lay on the beach for a tan.....hence being a brunette.....

[Nene]

wow.... You really have a strong vocabularly!!!
Its a nice poem... I love this line: I am certain of the certain incertainities.......... All lives on Earth hav some similiarities... Prudently arranged.... Very well written

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Nene!

[R Smith]

First i must congratulate you Ana that as a poet you have far excelled yourself here, the sheer poetry is a beauty to behold its like i could drift on the words with no need to delve into the depths of meaning but if i must then i see a lot of introspection and self doubt beneath the divine surface, its like i want to float above the words and swim in them forever rather than dive below to see the harsh reality of indecision and skepticism that has taken control in the depths, you must rise above these doubts Ana, come join me on the waves of poetic beauty that you weave so well :)

[Ana B.]

oh wow :) thank you Richard for the dreamy words.....i guess the indecision and doubt it's just a part of the whole picture....but it never stopped me to enjoy the beauty before..... would gladly join you on the poetic waves :)))

[~]

I feel like the poet is trying to come to terms and be resolute on certain areas of their life, but still they do not know (or pretend not to), hence the world around does not make much sense either. Thought provoking piece. Thank you for the RR :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the read MS :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Poet.
"I am certain of the certain uncertainties
Nothing has changed....
All lives on earth have some similarities
Prudently arranged."
Uncertainties is the only thing written in blood. Thank you Ana for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much my dear :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ana.

[Saddam]

My vision is a blur through the prism of shadows...
Snatched up a telescope to stalk my imminence

Enlighten and reach imaginary write. Great read friend.

[Ana B.]

thank you my dear.

[AaronFreitas]

"Condemned to indecision by my own obstinacy." I love that line... good work with this poem I love the way you organized your thoughts to create a beautiful piece.

[Ana B.]

Thanks Aaron. you're a sweetie :)

[AaronFreitas]

You are very welcome :)