Shreds of Truth

Reilley on Nov 20, 2008

Tags: Attempt, creative, honesty, poem, Poetry, truth, Writing

Where does it all come from?

Like an airplane on a treadmill
I fail to launch.
I’m not Dylan Thomas
With blind eyes blazing light,
I am simply me.
I want to write truth -
No, I need to write truth -
But I am only me,
And truth rushes by me
Without stopping to say hello.
I grab for it, before thought,
Quick as light,
And share the captured shreds with you.

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Debra. on Nov 20, 2008
Lovely poem as always, Reilley.
God bless you.
DEBBIE
Michele Cameron Drew on Nov 20, 2008
Reilly, I adore the first four lines and I love the way that the finish removes the focus from the writer and turns it toward the reader. Excellent piece.

-M
Joie Schmidt on Nov 21, 2008
I love this piece – it’s wonderful, I especially love:

I grab for it, before thought,
Quick as light,
And share the captured shreds with you.

Blessings!

Sincerely,

-Liane Schmidt.
lindalulu on Nov 21, 2008
Very nice poem. I enjoyed it a lot!
Cynthia Bartlett on Aug 1, 2009
nice.

“many of the truths we cling to, depend greatly upon our own point of view..” Obi Wan -Return of the Jedi- Star Wars
brian on Mar 2, 2011
smiles…knowing who you are and are not is a great truth itself…
kenny on Mar 6, 2011
How tenuous our grasp for meaning, our ability to share. Very nice piece, very quiet.

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