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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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Copyright 2010 Dilated View
Published on Wednesday, March 17, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Clarity"
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On Thursday, February 12, 2015, A Life Without You
(146)
wrote:
Love coming back to this
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On Friday, August 31, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(430) wrote:
True wisdom you pass along through Words of Power
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On Monday, June 28, 2010, NikesRain
(1298) wrote:
beautifully done.. simply put with a packed density waiting to be opened and explored...
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On Saturday, May 8, 2010, A Life Without You
(146) wrote:
Again, excellent. Love your ideas, excellent indeed
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On Sunday, April 18, 2010, blue
(1454) 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
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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. =)
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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.
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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.
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On Thursday, March 18, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(872) 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.
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On Wednesday, March 17, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810) wrote:
That was very cool, a fine poem... "I cannot recall having ever grown to be..." great line... thank-you for the write.
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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.
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On Wednesday, March 17, 2010, Qurious
(40) wrote:
I immediately had visions of a misty forest setting.....excellent write with much wisdom
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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'.
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On Wednesday, March 17, 2010, punk mc cool
(75) wrote:
somehow i magined me being on a snowy mountain talking to the air.....i loved it :)
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