James Inman Poet Free verse

Who Am I

I am not meant to be a speaker of truth 
I am not meant to be the bearer of knowledge
in my words you will find no wisdom of the ages
nor the conscience of my generation
I cannot offer you transcendental enlightenment
the afterlife yet alludes me
Nirvana, Valhalla, Heaven
mere abstraction while I walk this earth
my insights
but meaningless sardonic rambling
no epiphanies
no sage advice
only a searching wanderer
destined to quest
for that elusive word 
which someday may illuminate this aphotic life
and bring peace to my weary soul



01/16/2018

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Anne-Lise Andresen January 20, 2018 at 1:39 PM - Most people who have lived for a while here on earth have knowledge ... good or bad - ... and it is wisest to relate to the truth - A lie is difficult to bear ... and difficult to repeat - A great poem, James :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) James Inman January 20, 2018 at 8:44 PM Nice of you to visit Anne-Lise. Thank you for your wise and kind comment.

Andrea Dietrich January 18, 2018 at 7:26 PM Is it Donald Trump? Sorry. I just had to do that, my friend!!! (it's a very lovely poem despite my bad joke) James Inman January 18, 2018 at 9:39 PM Hhaaa HHhaaaaaa Ha, I like that. I guess with the title it could be considered a riddle. You're looking at it from a different perspective, sideways, perhaps? I never really thought of it that way, but I see your point. After rereading it several times from your point of view, Donald Trump might be a good answer; although, it depresses me to think I have so much in common with him (except the money), lol.

Eileen Manassian January 16, 2018 at 4:04 PM It's go to be a fellow traveler, James. I do believe in heaven. I don't know how I would continue on with this life without that sweet hope. I like the sincerity of your write. Happy traveling. James Inman January 16, 2018 at 4:24 PM Hi Eileen, what I would give to be so sure of anything. Perhaps we will meet along the road somewhere.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 16, 2018 at 12:06 PM Wonderful eloquent ink James, I hope it's for the contest, if so it should do well. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 16, 2018 at 4:39 PM Meh, I often trod off in not what they're looking for and sometimes place, ya never know ;) I suppose I like this piece so much because it's probably in the neighbourhood that I may have ventured for that contest. James Inman January 16, 2018 at 4:20 PM Thank you Maureen. I think she may be looking for something different, but thank you anyway. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 16, 2018 at 2:43 PM Madison Demetros' Speak Your Truth :) James Inman January 16, 2018 at 12:47 PM Thank you Maureen. Which contest?

Line Gauthier January 16, 2018 at 11:18 AM Brilliant done piece of modesty, James. Love it. James Inman January 16, 2018 at 1:25 PM Line, you make me smile, thank you.

Probir Gupta January 16, 2018 at 8:56 AM A nice display of a thinking mind ... Spontaneously flashes the revolutionary line of René Descartes, Cogito ergo sum, I think, therefore I am ... really enjoyed the poem ... James Inman January 16, 2018 at 1:22 PM Probir, your comment is perhaps more profound than my poem deserves, thank you.

Arturo Michael January 16, 2018 at 8:11 AM Lovely poem...I share your sentiments...All the best James James Inman January 16, 2018 at 1:19 PM Thank you Arturo.

Beautiful Scars January 16, 2018 at 7:12 AM insightful poem, loved it :) -luloo James Inman January 16, 2018 at 1:17 PM Thank you very much Laura.

Vijay Pandit January 16, 2018 at 6:17 AM A thoughtful discourse of inner thoughts..a deep poem, James. James Inman January 16, 2018 at 1:15 PM Thank you Vijay.

Silent One January 16, 2018 at 6:05 AM WE are all speakers of truth James, and maybe you think you cannot offer such things, but I am sure you can.. Do you really think all you offer is sardonic rambling? James Inman January 16, 2018 at 1:14 PM I'm not sure of what others may get from reading what I write Silent One. I'm afraid that my reason for writing is selfish. Mostly for the pleasure and the emotional release it gives me. Whether the poems are fictitious or taken from my life they are my way of releasing the hidden side of me. If someone finds worth in the words I write I am honored.