Sunday, January 28, 2018

Lately I've Learned

that I
don't know myself
anymore than method
knows the mind of the madness
it hates

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

12 comments:

Sherry Marr said...

That is a concerning feeling, indeed. Your soul knows you, though. Listen for Her voice. She will guide you true.

bell(e) jar(s) said...

I think this is an exciting place to be. This reminds me of Jackson Pollock. Not knowing oneself and being okay with that is actually a gift. An artistic freedom. A beautiful thing.

annell said...

I felt suddenly caught in a whirlwind. Wonderful write. With so few words, you have captured it perfectly. And we will never know....we have the ah ha, moment...only to find there are more layers of the onion. We can never know ourselves completely. We are masters at hiding from ourselves. But that is a good thing! Always the chance to be surprised. Something new, even when we are with ourselves alone.

R.K. Garon said...

Whoa! There are a lot of great calculations...for learning : )
You made me think ...something I try to avoid : )
ZQ

brudberg said...

One of the reason we have to have these part of ourselves we don't really know... maybe there are doors we should keep locked.

Fireblossom said...

"It was then I felt The Stranger hit me right between the eyes" --Billy Joel

Mary said...

Whew - these are very deep thoughts!

Susan said...

Method also centers the madness, as we center the unknown self. Mighty soulful words. I think for me there is bewilderment or faith where method has hate.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

... and perhaps all the answers hide in the madness ...

Jae Rose said...

A troubling thought..i hope the sense of self returns

Yvonne Osborne said...

Catchy Juxtaposition.

Michael said...

Personifying method and madness as angry siblings is a fun thought.