This blog contains poetry written by Stephen Stacey. Feel free to explore and read all the poetry you want. I encourage you to leave comments concerning your reaction to any given poem.

This site and all my poetry is dedicated to my lovely wife Emily.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Self


What is in a name?

Or a secret?

But is the secret the truth,

or only an illusion,

set forth to ends with no beginning,

and no purpose?

As leav
es fall into a forest with no ears,
they make no sound.

But here is the truth,

that all become wise-

Truth is in the eye of the beholder.

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