The Evanai
If I Fade from My Own, Will I Fade from Yours?
Where am I?
From whence have I come
& whither do I go?
I cannot answer these,
do you know?
Are not these the essence,
defining, “Who I am?”
Fie! A pox upon me!
When there is neither anchor
of past or present
nor lure of hope for what might be
what does that leave?
~ΑΩ~
Why should I ask thee
when I can neither see myself
nor hear my own thoughts?
Flitting among the moments,
touched not by what has been, is, or will be,
untouched by any other,
unheard, unseen.
Is there even thought of any of this I ask
when I am fade, even from my own self
whatever that might be?
or not be?
~ΑΩ~
René has long said,
“Cogito, ergo sum,”
But what if the thoughts are not mine
without reason or rhyme
or tethered to any sense?
Who am I
when even to myself
I evanesce?
About the Creator
Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock
Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.
Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.
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Evanesce - what a terribly wonderful word! A beautiful poem, that I don't deserve!
Oh, now I want to holler and cry. What an absolutely gorgeous poem. Who are you? You are Randy Wayne J Rock.......er Knock. Too beautiful, I say. Lovely word evanesce.
Oh, how thought-provoking this is! And, so, so beautifully done. ❤️ I really love the word "evanesce" 😍 Gorgeous job, Randy! 🤗 I've been on a bit of a break from Vocal but I'll be back soon to read more of your amazing words! 🤗
Evanesce! Your favorite word. Wow, is all I have to say Randy! Absolutely stunning verse, and I find myself needing to back to experience it again and more deeply. “Why should I ask thee when I can neither see myself nor hear my own thoughts? Flitting among the moments, touched not by what has been, is, or will be, untouched by any other, unheard, unseen.” I have felt those questions you raise in this poem so many times before, feeling that if I don’t even know myself, how can I hope to grow? That knowledge is foundational, and when it feels like it is gone, hopelessness sets in, and then the feeling that I’m not really here at all becomes the truth. I so relate to the idea of being separated from others contributing to this feeling of evanescence. Sometimes it seems like without external proof that we exist, the truth is that we don’t. How powerful are others in giving us life and purpose. Amazingly deep poem. I absolutely love it and congratulate you on the rhythm and rhyme present in it, for they only make the message and questions all the more potent. 👏👏👏❤️That last stanza is my absolute favorite here.
Wow, 👏💗You out did yourself on this poetry. Very well written. I love how it just flow ….and captivate
I need to do some research on this one Randy! I’ll be back! 😁
This was so deep and relatable! It hit me so hard! Very emotional poem! Hope you're doing okay!
Yes, these are the questions. Powerful writing, Randy💙Anneliese
Love the ethereal nature of this, Randy 💙 Beautiful.
This is really thought-provoking. "But what if the thoughts are not mine without reason or rhyme or tethered to any sense?" Hmmm.
This reminds me of the cries of Job