DESTINY OF A WAYWARD THOUGHT

It takes time... for the truth to be recognized, accepted

DESTINY OF A WAYWARD THOUGHT

 

A wayward thought

Decided to think out of box.

Howled like a fox

Brawled “senses are ‘six’

Sixth is easy to fix”.

 

A wayward thought

Said “I am not the author

Of my body nor the destroyer

Nor can be its savior

I am not my body”.

 

The wayward thought

Walked like a mendicant

Sat like a prudent.

Tamed like a sergeant

Scowled at it the adamant

 

It walked naked

It talked, babbled..

About truth and untruth

About sixth sense and nonsense

 

Stones pelted upon it

Not from the sky far above it

But from the hands so close to it

So, blood gurgled out of wounds..

 

Madness around the truth

Like a behemoth falsity

Chastened it, defiled it

 Hacked it…. hushed it.

 

“Truth is false

False is truth”

Madness groaned

Madness lived and thrived

On bitter leaves of ignorance

As if it were eternal..

 

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

This was a very creative and unique write.. I really enjoyed reading this one.. :)

[Richard Williams]

Unique poem with a unique point of view, memorable in a sharp idea. You gave life to the thought.

[Angela]

White, black and grey, very interesting. Crafted well. full of truth." Madness lived and thrived on bitter leaves of ignorance" brilliant

[Coyote Poetry]

You went in many directions with this poem. Not easy to understand truth from a lie anymore. World had gone mad. I like the feel and the emotion of this poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Dream Weaver]

Amazing! That's all I got :)

[Abdul Aziz]

Interesting theme to write upon. Truth is something our minds grapple with, not knowing whether to accept it or not. I think the execution of your idea could have been better. Though the rhymes get better and more meaningful near the end, the ones at the beginning take away from the effect of the poem. Besides, I think you should rectify "Fame like a sergeant". Nice try on a difficult topic, though!

[Randolf Ramos]

Loving self
There we will know all the truth from false.
Right from wrong.
And we could decide whatever path we would take.

[Randolf Ramos]

To know not thyself and to love not thyself
The worst thing in the world, for loving and sharing
Charity is a habit, that through it meaning in life fly like a butterfly
From it, every moment is happiness

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Very unique poem. So true how the truth is not easily accepted.
"“Truth is false

False is truth”

Madness groaned

Madness lived and thrived

On bitter leaves of ignorance

As if it were eternal.."

Wonderful verse. All are. Very enjoyable.

Chloe