Arrow

The Point

Arrow

 

Is this the way, is this the road

            Taking us across this ice covered river

                        That glimmers in the hallowed moon above

                                    Or is this the day that will take us towards

                 What it is that’s lies upon our path ahead

 

Driving us forward, propelling us towards what we see but fail to comprehend . . . the end

 

                 Sure of where we’re going, not knowing

                                    Why we can’t seem to find the reason to

                        Hold onto what makes the world seem real

            An illusion that is pasted upon our peripheral vision

A condition of what we can no longer run and hide from

Reviews

[EMF]

Faintly annoyed that there is no more posted on here. It has been such a joy to read, and this poem is no exception. Here you question life and directionalism with a subtlety and marvel I find both amusing and thought provoking. Ammusing because you give us an arrow to point the way. Thought provoking because it is well written and enjoyable, but also because a good writer gives just enough of a prompt to the reader.
And you are a good writer. That has become abundant;y clear.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Sure of where we’re going, not knowing
Why we can’t seem to find the reason to
Hold onto what makes the world seem real"
Your poetry is amazing. I like this poem. A old age feel of create questions of where we are and where we are going? No weakness in this outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Shea Eugene]

All good thinking, and - I am learning - good poetry, is based on good questions. I was carried into your thoughts by your questions - is this the way, is this the day.

The line that will surely stay with me:
"Sure of where we’re going, not knowing
Why we can’t seem to find the reason to"