Naked Truth

Philosophy
boldly wears a frock
of woven logic
while
poetry
stands tall in a shroud
made from pure emotion.

The thinkers
stand
under cold stone arches,
toe-to-toe,
drawing lines in the dust,
daring each other
to cross.

Both tear squares of their cloaks
which fray at the edge
from the rip
of unknown ideas
and elusive truths.

They continue,
righteously,
throwing the squares
to hungry believers
busily stitching
the thinkers' scraps
in a green-golden field of early spring.

Neither
logical philosophy
nor
emotive poetry
notice
as their cloaks
shorten
and shorten
to
nothing.

A lonely
frigid
draft
makes each thinker
look up,
still toe-to-toe,
at their combined
nakedness.

Frightened, they
stare out to the crowded field
where believers
have fashioned a great guilt -
a complex patchwork
of logic white
and emotion red,
large enough to cover all.

Philosophy
and
poetry,
shivering
alone
in the frost of their determined
purity,
walk forward
hand-in-hand
to sit
beneath the warmth of the guilt
in the great lily-flowered field.

Reviews

[Richard Williams]

This is really so good, philosophic and poetic, a mastery of interwoven thought and word. It's like a play, with two leading actors giving a standing ovation performance. These words will abide in me.

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

A metaphor carried through out the entire piece
an lively scenery and a true statement
the belief made me believe as the truth took me there to the place you projected from your mind
thank you
i enjoyed this

[Sonia]

Wow i really liked this. The abruptness of each line really adds a lot of impact.
Well done!