August 28, 2007 at 3:16 am
· Filed under Poems, life, poetry, skeptic
Sometimes I miss the black and white.
When I was sure of wrong and right.
Before the days of gray crept in.
Blurring lines of my vision.
Sometimes I think I should go back,
To days of white and nights of black.
It sure was sweet to be so smart,
Days of no doubt and wishful heart.
But those black nights - they sure were long.
Dark and daunting. So much was wrong.
The more I saw, the less I knew.
Suddenly I saw the grayish hue.
For weary eyes - a welcome sight.
I’ll take the gray, soft filtered light.
Questions abound. Uncertainty thrives.
Still better than a righteous disguise.
There is one thing I do believe,
That is that most are confused like me.
And those who believe still in black and white,
May someday see gray with their 20/20 hindsight.
~smj
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Cafe dog wrote @ August 29, 2007 at 11:59 pm
great poem. I really identify with this one.
wouldnt be easier just see everything in absolutes? I always thought it would be less confusing if i could see in the balck and whites.
Grey is a headache. a frustrating head ache sometimes..
Thanks Dawg… Yeah.. I hear ya. Sometimes, yes, about the grey. But, to me, the black and white didn’t sit so well either… like I said, “those black nights - they sure were long“.
It’s the being naieve enough to think I knew black and white so well, that I think I miss the most…
Lol, wonderful, absolutely perfect. That is what maturity is, knowing what you don’t know squat about, and knowing _how much_ you don’t know squat about. And that your checkerboard of black and white floats in an ocean of gray.
You are a really really good poet, and I am more than glad you’ve added me to your blogroll. In fact, I’m honored =).
Thanks LostRealist - and,
- “checkerboard of black and white floats in an ocean of gray” -
I like that!
~smj
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