Uncertainty Poems: 425 / 500

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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) .

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Magda Graf 16 March 2007

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.

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Max Reif 01 July 2006

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

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