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Doubt and Belief silently argue
as they sit upon a box
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Trust joins them
adding 3 wheels to the box
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giving mobility
to the debate
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everyone’s muscles still tense
when they pass Hope or Violence
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but they are now meandering
around the countryside
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looking for the exact spot
where their grief is buried
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photo credit: Unknown
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Poetry of Light 
I appreciate how you’ve crafted this piece to be both profound and a little playful….and mobile. Cheers
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Some days are more playful than others, no? Thank you Chloe for gracing these pages.
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A very beautiful poem in that it shares wisdom too.
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Thank you Shimon. It gives me joy sharing these thoughts with you.
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Very intriguing…the kind of poetry I like to read over and over, peeling back the layers of meaning and imagery like (Warning: trite phrase to follow!) the layers of an onion. (I warned you!) I love the photograph of the living map but worry about the long-term damage done by map pins. 🙂
Your poem gets a “BRAVO!” from me.
Ron
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Just like an onion! Tears of joy..tears of laughter…still an onion! Thank you Ron for you wit and wisdom.
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requires deep understanding and wisdom, J, for they cannot reconcile…it’s an either-or situation…
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I think that doubt and belief reconcile in that they are both blinded by the “need to know”. Perhaps there is then the possibility of trusting in “not knowing”…. some call this beginners mind? But it is easy to see how complex these words are…maybe each of us see them differently with many shades of meaning. Thank you for pointing this out my friend.
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compassion
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within
your heart
it’s always there
it’s why
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we all care
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I’m glad to see you are enjoying your sabbatical, Geo. And happy when you make your way here … adding bits of tinder.
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Perhaps, if they are unable to find their grief, it’s best they move on towards Hope… but then, Doubt and Belief will need to follow Trust blindly.
It’s a very simply, but very evocatively told verse, Jana. I read it time and time again – its rhythm, its essence, its secret door into beyond – all done to perfection. You’ve made my evening! 🙂
Take care and have a peace-filled week ahead!
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I see it as a treasure hunt through the well of one’s being, Meenakshi.The treasure is life.
Doubt and Belief? I wonder that they are not both blinded by the need to know. Trusting then is the simple living of one’s life
Hope seems to have many meanings but here I see it as a mask covering vulnerability…how can one find real strength then?
Some poems are puzzles. This one was an answer.
Enjoy your day, Meenakshi. Peace
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I love the personification of the abstract. Curious: there a reason they are silently arguing rather than
“silently argue”
?
Always a pleasure.
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Hi there…to answer your question, I like the verb “to be”.
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This is a powerful piece that demands to be read in repeats. I wish you wrote more often.
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Thank you Tiffany….I wish I did too. It’s more fun here, spontaneous….
but my consideration has been on my other blog lately (link above).
As regards the other blog….
Seems our last posts have a visceral metaphor in common….the well
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I read your tags….
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