Saturday, September 9, 2017

To search

To search within the almost seen, scramble in the mind,
to rummage through the coats of past, seeking so to find,
who I am and who I was and who I still might be;
so does love draw gentle hands across eternity.

Who was I then, who am I now, and who will I become,
so do the questions roll and taunt when certainty is gone,
and who I might have been, or could, has drifted on the wind;
so do potentials reach an end, before we can begin.

That morning when I woke in fear and huddled into Self,
as dreams and deep imaginings were tumbling from the shelf,
so then I saw in scattered wreck the tramplings of my heart;
and realised, that who I was, had never played a part.

And yet it had been written, this tortured, searching path,
which led from birth and on to death, as pure and soulful art,
for in the journey to become, to know and render true;
I learned the shape of  what was me, perceived, what was called you.


  1. Profound reflection which, step by step, leads us to the epiphanic climax. Awesome poetics too.

  2. for in the journey to become,
    to know and render true;
    I learned the shape of what was me,
    perceived, what was called you

    Invariably one finally learned the truth that which had been lurking in the shadows.


  3. I love the wisdom in this... the path of life may twist and wind, and rarely do the they lead to where we think (or planned), maybe we should plan better, or maybe we should reflect less... Nevertheless we can only walk on from where we are. As usual wonderful rhythm and enjambment

  4. Nice sound and message in the search for who one is in relationship.

  5. So many layers to your write. I loved it!

  6. I am most struck by the lines Hank quoted. So apt.

  7. Intense poem. Third stanza touched me deeply.

  8. The journey of ourselves is never-ending and complete ~ I admire the self awareness and thoughts ~

  9. The second stanza is my favorite, I really enjoyed this journey.