Sweet Solitude

It speaks to poets and all people. Anything else I say would just be superlatives. cheers, Jess Forever unwrapping the eternal present.

Hey again, paul. Another splendid write, and I must say it is among your best. Title worked out well to I see? hehe. I do find you're using less "I's" and such in your poems, adding more imagery and just generally awesome lines. You made a great ending to this too, excellent job. Peace, love n hugs Katie

I have been reading your recent work. This voice seems much more sharable for writer and reader alike. It does not ask, cajole, demand or assert -- it just is and, as such, draws us in. I will continue to read your work. Brian

...is speaking here, Paul, and I heard it loud and clear. Quite a refreshing write, and I humbly thank you for your voice in this effort. Write on ! docmaverick.

well thought out Paul this poem is a great poem makes me put my brain into thought mode

This may just be your best yet sir. Respectfully, Rett: "God made an idiot for practice, then he made a school board." Mark Twain For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

There is much wisdom in this poem. Truly some meat to sink our teeth into (sorry to any vegetarians out there.. your carrot?) I love the poem. There should be no point to ignore our inner voice, but the sad truth is, too often, we ARE to full of pride to really see what is right before our eyes. How many times do we chose to hear what we want and ignore the rest? Yet, you are right, when we have the courage to lay our pride aside, we can be so full of regrets in decisions we have made, but if we forgive ourselves, we can find comfort and peace. Lovely poem, which this reader greatly admires. Always, Tonya

I like this poem for its theme and the unpretentious way it is laid out in. Funny that you were thinking about truth, I have posted a poem called "Truths" recently, too. Your poem talks of interferences that blur our senses (and, yes, our intuition, our "inner voice", too). Maybe we can only hear that inner voice when it is quiet, and maybe we can only see clearly when nothing is standing in our way... Yours, ~Nina

Blinded pride is comforting Until it finds its vision Is a good observation, aphorismic. ------------- Lady Justice sheds a tear As she watches over us all When that inner voice speaks There’s no point in ignoring it Ditto, but the line that precedes it (' In this world of total chaos') seems to me superfluous. 'Utter confusion' is already established with L1-2. One o' them utterances oughta get off the stage and let the other one do the job. ------------- A man who is challenged Is asked to be his true self is similar to the widely held belief that a man's true self is revealed in challenging moments, but it is not exactly the same; here it seems to me that you hold out the possibility that a challenged man CAN present something other than his true self in the response to challenge. I agree; we can pretend to be brave even when we are not brave by nature, as example. (This charade I have performed, though I am profoundly the craven and I exercise my cowardly options whenever I can do so unobserved). ------------- Truth is a package easily lost is almost lost in this poem--well, I nearly overlooked it, anyway--but it is perhaps the most puissantly incisive observation in this piece. Right you are: we can 'forget' an inconvenient truth with alarming speed. And your turn of phrase here is clever, combining the connotations of 'loss' with the connotation of 'package'; 'loss' here does NOT mean the innocent loss of a pencil, but is more a defensive tic we all share, to a greater or lesser extent, as we are more or less confident of our ability to deal with thorny or embarrassing truths; 'package' here does not mean the innocent bundle of expected goods from Abercrombie & Fitch, but refers to that box wrapped in brown paper, ticking on the table. Yeah, I'm reluctant to open the box, for fear of what I might find; yeah, I might 'lose it on the subway.' Soon. Good poem, Paul.