Ambiguity and Truth

25 Jan

(A poem in one-act. Characters: Ambiguity and Truth, )


 ( Light slowly goes on Truth, standing in rear of center-Stage  at a waist-high potter’s table with clay to make a  cup    …he is constantly molding it.


Back-stage right… is a loud mixture of barroom gaiety of men & women, and an occasional burst of argument.


(Ambiguity enters right… from the sound of the crowd, embracing Truth, the sound diminishes in soft background noise )



How can I begin to insist upon

Your ears listening to a silent crowd;

Ability to speak above that sound,

Enlightened, without a sinister shroud?

Cacophony does seek meaningless sound.

Sometimes, but not often, harmony finds

Acceptance, sliding itself gently down

To resistant soul and in open minds.

(Ambiguity grabs the shoulders of Truth, pulling his right ear, whispering)


Fruitlessness and fruitfulness are akin

In the measure of wisdom’s balance scales;

As silence and the spoken word are twin.

Each undeclared, if truths intention fails.


I, will persistently speak within you;

As Ambiguity and truth will do.


 (Truth shirks  Ambiguity off his shoulders)


 Speak neither of me, nor of you this day.

The sigh of shame is louder than whisper.

You have come and gone, beyond what you say.

You shake me, shook me within this murmur

Of finding your faults paled by bright spotlight;

Masking attributes, blinded from honesty,

Ultimately discovered without night,

On the stage of a bastard’s travesty.

 Crushed by wheels and heels of mind’s illusions

You are stubborn, are strong in your dogma.

Actions forgetting strength of decision

Of what things are and what is in drama.


 I will not sway for your understanding;

Abstract transition, false apprehending. 


(Ambiguity grabs Truth by the legs)


Love me for my strong probabilities,

Fall so you can bruise in discouragement! 

To explain yourself without jealousies.

Fall you mother fucker in compliment!


(Truth side steps Ambiguity, untangling his legs)


Get up from that muddling in empty space.

What do you find in disguised innocence

That exposes anger in demur  face?

Align yourself without permanence.

Release your embraced convulsive action;

Such foam with disgrace of uncertainty

Burst into small bubbles of reaction

Floating in distasteful banality.


You have found your colorful residence

Excreted in loud and boisterous façade

Among the reeds and weeds of ignorance

Rippling in reflection of a mirage.


Silence Ambiguity, I agree

I cannot be, without you being seen.


(Both exit hand in hand back-stage right… into rising loud mixture of barroom gaiety of men & women, and an occasional burst of argument).


Posted by on January 25, 2015 in Existential, Experimental, Poetry


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15 responses to “Ambiguity and Truth

  1. Laynie Gosney Blecha Park Yamazaki

    February 10, 2015 at 9:57 am


    how are you today?

    Thursday Poets Rally Week 80, You Are Invited, Free of Theme….Hope to see you in…

    Happy February, Have A Productive Monday!

    Keep Writing poetry, share with poets rally …

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  2. Laynie Gosney Blecha Park Yamazaki

    February 10, 2015 at 9:57 am

    going poetic is fun,
    sound word bites.


  3. Grace

    January 27, 2015 at 7:11 pm

    I like the personification of truth and ambiguity ~ Some good verses to reflect upon ~


  4. glmeisner

    January 27, 2015 at 5:06 pm

    Great play. I wonder if some one will want to perform it.


  5. humbird

    January 26, 2015 at 10:29 am

    Love the last line ‘I cannot be, without you being seen.’ ~ Love the theatrical take, philosophical wisdom.


  6. Loredana Donovan

    January 25, 2015 at 7:35 pm

    Such a creative and imaginative form as you tackle some deep philosophical questions. Truth will prevail 🙂


  7. totomai

    January 25, 2015 at 5:49 pm

    truth and ambiguity can be same but there are times, they are both on the opposite sides of life.

    listening to silent crowd is my favorite line


  8. Sherry Blue Sky

    January 25, 2015 at 3:53 pm

    WOW! What a work this is! I can SEE it, on stage – it calls out for performance at Spoken Word or Open Mic………..I dig the personification and the argument going on, and love how Truth holds onto his strength and flings off the grasping arms of Ambiguity. This was some read on a Sunday morning. Way to go!!!!!!..


  9. Mary

    January 25, 2015 at 2:59 pm

    There is a lot to be said for ambiguity, and sometimes within ambiguity there is truth.


  10. Nataša Dolenc

    January 25, 2015 at 2:00 pm

    you have a way with words.. really well written and it flows nicely.


  11. moondustwriter

    January 25, 2015 at 1:58 pm

    I love this one act personifying and giving the players the ability to speak. There is much to be said and little time to make sense of it all.


  12. brian miller

    January 25, 2015 at 12:39 pm

    really a fascinating construction to this…almost like the scene of a play…i love the personalization…the interactions are spot on….my fav is…

    Fruitlessness and fruitfulness are akin
    In the measure of wisdom’s balance


  13. Gillena Cox

    January 25, 2015 at 11:48 am

    interesting write; i would have liked to see words like “doth” and “oft” etc

    have a good Sunday

    much love…


  14. Paul F. Lenzi

    January 25, 2015 at 10:48 am

    I find truth is often ambiguous


  15. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    January 25, 2015 at 10:39 am

    For me truth always have to listen to ambiguity.. truth is way to relative to be trusted beyond doubt.



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