Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.
Stanza 20 of the Ars Poetica—Truth or Trickery?
Trust me when I say—
there’s a time-lapse
between the download of an idea
and its descent into ink.
What begins as a flicker
becomes dancing curves,
tapping a rhythm
onto the pulp of papyrus.
But somewhere in that gap—
filters sneak in.
Filters I don’t name.
Filters I don’t see.
They blur my sight,
they lace the truth
with a trickster’s grin.
And I ask myself—
were those filters
divine intervention,
or distortion?
Is this poem a revelation—
or a refined illusion?
(to be continued...)
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Isn’t this the illusion of life? For everyone.. how ideas evaporate and fizz… before the time pulls us towards a new.. So, we keep wondering when and what but miss chances to act…
So true, Pragnya. I think it’s also because we’re constantly bombarded with ideas from all directions—it pulls us into overthinking and away from the mindful presence we need to truly know when to act. Silence and slow living are so underrated. I believe when words arise from those quiet, conscious pauses, they become revelations—otherwise, they often remain just noise. Thank you for your thoughtful comment, truly appreciated 🙂