The way is screened
within clouds of hesitation,
a myriad of paths
beckon my spirit their way.
I'm blinded between
truth and falsehood,
as each way promises
the road to harmony.
Inhaling the scents
my mind feels for integrity,
as wisps of deceit
soon crumble
through careless creation.
At last the path
to certainty is clear
and any shreds of confusion
float into chambers
of indifference.
Author notes
Picture Credit-http://www.flickr.com/photos/evakke/2016249936/
A contest entry
- Smoke and Mirrors by Gypsie Ink.
450 points, ended September 3, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Bewitching!
Expressive and divine. A enchanting write. Thank you for your lovely entry and best of luck in my contest. -
Three
packed stanzas. The poem 'stops' too soon, and I want to read more. However, what was left unsaid, makes this a poem with a difference. A most enjoyable read. Thought to myself: this creation is you [i.e. the character in which this poem has been written]. Be blessed. Frans
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