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Poem: Truth’s Anguish

Updated on January 18, 2017
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Tim Mitchell has been writing poetry since high school. He enjoys exploring them, the many forms, and writing them


Truth’s Anguish

Fluttering butterflies waft listless within depths of innocent minds,

Feet trudge muddied paths of knowledge of others discoveries not known,

Was once now gone as enlightenment paints over discovered old finds,

Truth dares chance while lies argue relevance 'tis certainty a groan.

Endless steps rise to the heavens a next step descends to depths unknown,

No rest pursues dire restless nights dancing with dreams woven to nightmares,

Betwixt and between this or that the riddle's chant beckons choice of throne,

'Tis truth pushing darkness aside a blessing or curse received by heirs?

Winding pathways like falling golden leaves twirling before arrival,

'Tis season's fall as rain arrives before winter nurtures the learner,

Snow buries new golden muck trampled by traveled journey of rival,

Late of season plummets an acorn a mere seed seen a sojourner.


Arrived pathway’s fork offers choice of two certainties answered with why,

Season's changes to spring bringing forth sunshine's smile greeting new seedling,

Choice to remain new growth with promise of rising oak reaching the sky,

As rings count wisdom grown passing travelers offered rest and meaning.

Choose this path then see that path naked while ahead lie bramble's promise,

Forewarned heard of owl under midnight's cast shadow high upon oak limb,

Walk blindly with faith hold trust close to heart no sense of doubting Thomas,

Best to shun eyes from verse told else between and betwixt this or that hymn.

Battle of kings thwart hearts of peasants armed with rakes and hoes meant for crops,

Gallant steeds once beasts of burden pulling plow bringing bread to table,

Chosen this or that path as brambles scar travelers as purpose stops,

Fluttering butterflies waft listless within depths of stained minds fable.

© 2017 Tim Mitchell


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      Tim Mitchell 6 months ago from Escondido, CA

      Thank your for stopping by and commenting Dana. I am thankful for Eric's sharing too.

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      Dana Tate 7 months ago from LOS ANGELES

      This is very nice. I'm glad Eric shared this on his latest hub.

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      Tim Mitchell 7 months ago from Escondido, CA

      I am very thankful for the comments and appreciation of this poem . . .

      Jodah I offer a nod of the head to a fellow poet

      whonunuwho it's a pleasure to meet you

      Eric I contemplate that line myself now. I hope we both wander and ponder its meaning from time to time

      threekeys good to see you. Looking forward to contemplating your questions

      Sannel I thankful for your support over these many years. That line gave me pause reflecting on the first line and the stuff between

      Peg how is Roy? I hope the poem brought a personal meaning to you

      Venkatachari M it good to see you active again. I am humbled by your comment

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      Tim Mitchell 7 months ago from Escondido, CA

      I am thankful for your comment 'always exploring'!

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      Venkatachari M 7 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Tim, this is really awesome! So wonderful lines crafted with a wonderful coiling of the words. The line pointed out by Eric is what I am also got enchanted. What a great weaving of the poetry! I appreciate your skills.

      Thanks for this feast of poetry.

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      Peg Cole 7 months ago from Dallas, Texas

      This is truly beautiful poetry, Tim. It has a certain familiarity in the rhyme and rhythm of the words. Your photos are quite lovely, too.

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      Sannel 7 months ago

      ....Fluttering butterflies waft listless within depths of stained minds fable...How fascinating and beautiful! The whole poem is like a riveting palette of wonderful, colorful poetic words. Great job, my friend! :)

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      ThreeKeys 7 months ago from Australia

      P.S. Tim...beautiful movement

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      ThreeKeys 7 months ago from Australia

      Lilting and beautiful, jodah

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      Eric Dierker 7 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Oh sure write a poem that one can read 7 times seventy and still drift into a new place.

      This line causes me to pause close my eyes and absorb: Endless steps rise to the heavens a next step descends to depths unknown,

      That is way cool dude.

      Get your boat out and run for higher ground as the oceans tears will soon fall upon us for many inches.

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      whonunuwho 7 months ago from United States

      You are an eloquent painter of rhyming words my friend. whonu

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      John Hansen 7 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Tim, you are certainly a weaver of words and the depth of this poetry is something to savour. Good job.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This was a work of art woven in beautiful rhyme. Beautiful!