Doubt
That frosty finger of suspicion
Sneaks like a snake
Among the lush and lovely leaves of love
It slithers in the soul
Like a serpent slinks in the grass
Hiding
Waiting
Doubt creeps in
Where it is shadowy and dim
It bites the spirit
It leaves a nagging, throbbing ache
Like a summer sans sunlight
Doubt is like the dark side of a date
With a splendid but deadly addiction
It is subtle and insidious
It grows concealed like a tumour
Like a virus
Infecting and sinister
Doubt is like a dark cloud
Ominous and foreboding
Foreshadowing the storm
It destroys relationships
Leaving the soul empty
Chilled with the illness
Of mistrust
Doubt is a pain, no question. But without it, how could any philosopher--or poet-- work? No good taking anything on face value or else we all get led by our noses to futures we've never subscribed to.
Many have suffered this who have been hurt deeply...
Then the time must come, do you allow doubt to creep in?
Do you allow it to take over your life?
Do you allow it to make all your decisions?
Or do you tell yourself... if I doubt is there a true reason and proof for it?
Do you miss perhaps the one opportunity in your life because of your own self doubt? Just sayin'
Regis,
Your personification of doubt makes us see exactly the degrees of madness it can cause. Love the dark feel to this poem! Nicely crafted. Love and hugs,
Sheila
And as your poem so adroitly pronounces, such doubt is increasingly inevitable, given the hidden agendas that make up far too much of the motivations for a relationship now days. As I offered in "Duplicity Banished," the purity of love runs the gauntlet each time it is entertained. Well written and impactful reminder of how murky the waters have been made.
A superb poem..Yet sadly doubt is one thing that unites us all, being human ... It is the extent to which we let it dominate our lives and loves that is important..A little healthy scepticism is possibly wise at times...
Best wishes, Diana...
Reviewed by Melissa Mendelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2012
I love the last paragraph, how Doubt is a dark cloud, ominous and foreboding, foreshadowing the storm, but you can't let that storm consume you, destroy your relationships. You have to fight that current and stand strong, and listen to your heart because you have a beautiful and poetic heart. :)
Great poem Regis. Good analogies/metaphors/similies used throughout the poem. Flowed very well. I found the poem deep with much to think about. I think when it comes to love everyone has their doubts, even if they are tiny. Doubts can tear people apart, can make the love die or diminish, can affect the relationships between people... Thanks for sharing this piece. Wonderfully done!
It's sad that doubt remains and leaves me to wonder if we can ever truly be sure and completely trusting. Fine write, Regis, wrought with emotion. Also, wonderful alliteration throughout, but, particularly, in your first stanza. Love and hugs, Elizabeth
'DOUBT'...THAT DARK INTRUDER THAT TRIES TO CREEP INTO THE SOUL AND STEAL ITS REST MUST BE 'SHOOED' FORTHWITH!...BACK INTO THE ABYSS FROM WHENCE IT CAME!!! AND THERE IS NO DOUBT ABOUT IT! THANKS FOR SHARING, MY FRIEND. THIS FINE WORK WAS IMMENSELY ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE + HIS INSPIRATIONS
Such a powerful poem, Regis. Doubt sounds like a rational, even-handed, easy-going kind of concept until you delineate its insidious effects on a relationship. It is indeed like a nagging thorn or a brooding cancer where it is left to erode our perceptions of the truth. Excellent progression of thoughts through this work. xx
No doubt in my mind, that you have hit the nail on the head with this one!
Great piece of poetry, Reg,
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2012
You have captured the total essence of the dreadful word...doubt
How dark the image it brings in every venue of the soul...Thank you
for your visit to my humble abode.....Love conquers all...Love, Sandy
Herpetology amour.
Doubt is a self fulfilling beast that feeds on itself.
But it is real. I once, long, long ago married her.
But I Saw the light.
Found another.
The beauty of it?
I guess it's obvious
Eileen hates snakes.
This pithy poem re: doubt is one of your best poems, Regis. The wording is perfect; you get your point across well, leaving the reader with many thoughts to persue for ones self.
I've felt every one of those feelings, Regis! You nailed it!! In my case, I should have followed my gut the first time doubt creeped in....Great write!
I have always felt that if I was being accused of something I might as well go ahead and do it because I was already being punished for it anyway. Doubt ruins everything and it is really important to keep communication lines open so that there will not be any doubt. Many relationships that could have stood the test of time are ruined, early on, by doubt and/or accusation. Topic well addressed, Reg.
Take care,
Sherry
Doubt is a pain, no question. But without it, how could any philosopher--or poet-- work? No good taking anything on face value or else we all get led by our noses to futures we've never subscribed to.
Learning never ends and that's OK!
Best to you,
Paddy
Love ya!
Jane
Then the time must come, do you allow doubt to creep in?
Do you allow it to take over your life?
Do you allow it to make all your decisions?
Or do you tell yourself... if I doubt is there a true reason and proof for it?
Do you miss perhaps the one opportunity in your life because of your own self doubt? Just sayin'
Love Regis thank you
hug
Kat
You sond like someone who has been bitten by doubt here, and it has cost you.
Chip Bergeron
Your personification of doubt makes us see exactly the degrees of madness it can cause. Love the dark feel to this poem! Nicely crafted. Love and hugs,
Sheila
Now I have to go write a poem of my own without a doubt.
Ascending with love and good wishes,
Starman
Best wishes, Diana...
Though, doubt is just another facet of our humanity that we have to live with and learn from.
great work, moving and thought provoking, wondeful imagery.
Budd
In Spirit,
Bear
Superb poetry
db
Blessings,
Christine
belated happy new year,
carolyn
Great piece of poetry, Reg,
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
How dark the image it brings in every venue of the soul...Thank you
for your visit to my humble abode.....Love conquers all...Love, Sandy
Its potency is certainly capable of destroying relationships.
Rose
Doubt is a self fulfilling beast that feeds on itself.
But it is real. I once, long, long ago married her.
But I Saw the light.
Found another.
The beauty of it?
I guess it's obvious
Eileen hates snakes.
Patrick
illness of "Doubt" as it creeps in like
an erie fog and can distort the truth!!
Thank You *Regis* to beware!!!
Lady Vivian
Nevertheless, though I don't buy the entire premise, the imagery and figurative side of this poem is striking and original... good job!
Axilea
Joy L. Hale
Very well written and cuts to the core. This means more to me right now than I want to think about. Excellent as usual.
Mary
Cheers,
Dan
Anna
Good write Regis.
Nice job.
Ruan
Yet another gem, Regis. Have you had a book of your poems published yet? I certainly hope so!
:) Janna
Take care,
Sherry