Philippa Lane

Rookie (March 7th,1941 / Chichester, West Sussex, England)

Identities - Poem by Philippa Lane

There is always a doubt
Never quite visible

Like a coin thrown in
A muddy puddle

Rings of uncertainty
Extending beyond

One’s self

Where nervous hands
Falter and grope

Into nothingness
Where eyes blur

Trying to focus
On what is unsure

Am I the coin
Or the puddle?


(Senneville,1998) .


Comments about Identities by Philippa Lane

  • (3/16/2007 12:30:00 PM)

    I like this poem and the image you found for the uncertainty about those regions of our self which we cannot grasp, where we feel in muddy waters indeed. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/1/2006 8:58:00 AM)

    I think the last line is very good, focuses the previous descriptions, which are also quite evocative. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 13, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 10, 2006


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