It's hard to see the light
through the cluster of thoughts
So thickly packed, letting in
no sunshine
Dark and dismal is the grove
Twisted, knotted hedge of ideas
It's hard to find a way out.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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A twisted knotted hedge of ideas. We can find ourselves tangled and torn in the briar of our own making. They say that ignorance is bliss and some people float through life aimlessly content. The price that we pay for being aware in a world that is cruel as well as beautiful is to lose sight of the light that we seek. We have the advantage of learning to climb and see above the forest of confusion. Yes we can climb if we only get out of our own way and allow ourselves to do so.......feel the light and warmth.
A brilliant poem on taken theme. Appreciated. Top score and to my favourites.
You vividly describe the condition of thinking fiercely but getting no benefit from the exhausting effort. BUT writing this poem - objectifying the crisis of thought, getting out it out into the open - is the first step in escaping this cul de sac. Your poem is like the VAJRA SWORD in Buddhism: Vajra is the statement of truth that will slice through whatever holds us back and we will pull ourselves to freedom. WHOOOSH! that's the sword stroke that will free you!
Twisted, knotted hedge of ideas =A very vivid verse! The whole too.//So complex the world has been that we find it difficult to explain.Details of the history the humankind walked the last 6.000 years helps!
Sometimes I feel I do not fit into the world and sometimes I feel the world does not fit into me. Either way it's a lonely place like your poem, a lonely grove of incessant thinking. This may be a malady of most poets. The world is just too rough a place for me. I give your poem a 10!