Clarity

By Dilated View

Stood beneath a bluish haze
That held a vision
Of the ages in reflecting rays
And begged for wisdom.

"Do you know who I am,"
I asked,
"Or where I've been?
In fact
I cannot recall
Having ever grown to be."

Whispering with breezes
I heard its answer, speechless
"Worry not, young traveler,
You're anything you dream."

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Published on Wednesday, March 17, 2010. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Clarity"

On Thursday, February 12, 2015, A Life Without You (146) wrote:

Love coming back to this
On Friday, August 31, 2012, Melancholic VIncent (428) wrote:

True wisdom you pass along through Words of Power
On Monday, June 28, 2010, NikesRain (1240) wrote:

beautifully done.. simply put with a packed density waiting to be opened and explored...
On Saturday, May 8, 2010, A Life Without You (146) wrote:

Again, excellent. Love your ideas, excellent indeed
On Sunday, April 18, 2010, blue (1409) wrote:

I am so impressed with your writing as of late; you seem to have taken your talent to another level Ryan.......thank you for sharing your...clarity. ~b
A former member wrote: This meant a lot. A realization of where you have been, where you are, and where you could be. Loved it. =)
A former member wrote: wow... yeah.. I really like this... coming to the realisation of self-potential.. makes me think of the beauty that is in a man.. on the journey of becoming his own person, finding his own way.. a marvelous moment of exchange.
A former member wrote: This is a very inspiring piece, the setting a dreamscape... The name title is a perfect fit. I enjoy poems of conversation. A nice write.
On Thursday, March 18, 2010, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

That was an awesome write, the ethereal voice was a great touch, the last line is one of hope for better things, if I say so myself, really nice poem, thanks for sharing.
On Wednesday, March 17, 2010, Malcholm Dark (806) wrote:

That was very cool, a fine poem... "I cannot recall having ever grown to be..." great line... thank-you for the write.
A former member wrote: hmmm....not sure whether the end is prophetic or prescient or proper bologna. .. . .anything we dream? wouldnt tha' be subtle divine, to actually become that which we dream, but then. . . .what would we long for? why would we dream? would we lack the bitter to make the sweet itself seem sweet. .. . .. you confound and delight and delude my mind. .. . .it wanders freely on this path........i hope its one of quiet and solace......and of dream itself. happy st patricks dae.
On Wednesday, March 17, 2010, Qurious (40) wrote:

I immediately had visions of a misty forest setting.....excellent write with much wisdom
A former member wrote: reminiscent of a parable.... perhaps an eastern exchange between a sage and a student, but the pronoun indicates the answer comes not from a human source... lucidity, the blending of waking life with the freedom of a dream..... if only reality were so easily affected. well done, man....I like the ambiguity of 'speechless'.
On Wednesday, March 17, 2010, punk mc cool (74) wrote:

somehow i magined me being on a snowy mountain talking to the air.....i loved it :)