by Elisabeth Barstowe
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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There's so much I can't get a grip on,
so much I can't really see.
But does it really matter
to anyone else but me?
So many roads I went down
when I knew I shouldn't have.
So many times I left myself to drown
thinking I was being brave.
Instinct, that tickling sensation
is it real or is it not?
Instinct, it's ringing heavy in my ears
but still I let go far to easy of my fears.
Have I learned nothing
or did I in fact earn a prize?
Have I learned something
hidden behind a surprise?
and nobody knows
where this will end...
Least of all me
because I just don't want to see.
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|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|OOO, I love this Elizabeth!!!! BTW, my last poem was pure imagination. (((HUGS))) x|
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|This is excellent, Elisabeth|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|So much indeed, Elisabeth, and the question arises should we know and if we do know is it worth it or will it bring us any closer to truth. I love where you go and where you take me here.
|Reviewed by Simple Sounds
|Very nice write, Elisabeth. My personal view of this dilema is, whatever... life is too short. Keep it up, your writes just keep getting better Peace, SS|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Roads traveled are many...we never know what is around that bend..much to think about in your poem
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Often it is better that we don't know and just let life unfold like an unread book...some chapters happy, some sad, some exciting some bad but always a new page ahead.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You have provided me with substance to reflect upon, Elisabeth. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Powerful insight into the unknown that is better not to know before hand but prepare as best we can.|