Can you see anything, it says-
no, nothing, only darkness-
open your eyes-
What do you see?
A thick mist, like white darkness-
what’s there in front of you?
A blank space of nothingness-
look closer, what’s it?
Seems like a thin mist-
A shadowy sun-
time is vision, isn’t it?
May be, may be not, but who are you?
I am you-
Posted for my prompt Vision @ Poets United Midweek Motif
15 thoughts on “Self-Talk”
We are what we perceive indeed! Nice one Sumana.
You raise a wonderfully philosophical thought
I’m with you, peering into the obscure, giving myself pep talks–and sometimes I recognize the divine nature of that voice, that love. Beautiful.
I can feel that looking through the mist. Looking outward, discovering within.
very thought provoking… I think we all peer into the fog at times when thinking
Wow, how fascinating and how deep!
It is always good to look on yourself and examine who you really are, Deep yes but meaniful Sumana.
The ending really gave the gradual buildup a definite meaning. Well written.
Sometimes we don’t always see what is in front of us. And if we do see, we have no idea what it is? Can’t describe it. I enjoyed reading your poem.
Luv the progression of vision to realization Sumana
Some of us never see or know ourselves, Sumana!
This poem reminds me so much of “Dippold the Optician” in Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology. Both are fine examples of introspection, of inner vision.
OMG….Just googled the poem and Bang. Can’t believe it. Ha, what kind of minds think alike 🙂
Yes, sometimes we fail to see ourselves, our vision clouded…
The unexamined life is not worth living said a Greek philosopher. However too much navel gazing can be counter productive:)