Poetry Thoughts

Monday’s Muse: Verisimilitude

This was a very long weekend. It’s one of those that you want to say ‘can we try again?” But, not me. Not this time. There are some things that just need to happen, whether for good or ill. Getting through something like this gives us strength and teaches us a little more about ourselves. I am finding that I’ve finally become resigned that a certain decision is going to have to be made, and the more I watch this play unfold, the more I am certain that I am going to have to become the antagonist. That’s not a pleasant decision. It makes you think, though, that sometimes the villain isn’t really the villain. They are normal people who have hard decisions to make that others just cannot. So, we label these individuals ‘villains’, when really they are just people who have the strength to say, “Okay. I accept this responsibility. I will carry this burden because you cannot.” But, as I am finding out, it’s not that easy, nor is it pleasant. It’s a sacrifice you have to be willing to make. In light of this, I wrote you a new poem last night.

I titled it Verisimilitude, which means: the appearance or semblance of truth or reality; the quality of seeming true. Everything we see or hear or think is all based on our perspective. Relationships between people, opinions, movies, music, what we read, these are all relevant to our own unique perspectives. They are all true, accordingly. What we feel has verisimilitude. But what is true? What is truth? If it’s all based on our perspectives, then how do we know what is real and what is just assumptions of our viewpoint? For instance, am I really sounding as intelligent as I think I am, or am I completely deluded? *wink*

The ‘truth’ is that one person’s truth could be another person’s lie. It’s all relevant to you. I know that the sky is blue. I know that I was born and that I will die. I know that I love my kids, and that they love me as well. I know I have to write poetry but I don’t know whether or not it’s any good. And there it is. There is where truth lies. It’s relevant to you. If you like it, then you will think it’s good. If you don’t then it is not. Poetry has verismilitude.

So, here is Verismilitude. And I hope you have a Happy Monday!

xo Jes



By Jessica Scott


There is truth in the thunder that you never hear,

The lightning strike that draws ever near.

There are lies in the sighs of a single kiss,

And there are barbs in the arrows that never miss.


The love that tries is a simple hope

That in the darkness you try to grope;

The love that dies and does not remain,

Only reminds you of that pain.


But the heart still tries to hold on and last,

Though, the truth still lies in the past.

But strength is found in this dark place,

As we continue to run in this race.


We struggle and fall but get up again,

Scraped and bruised, and bleeding when

We find that comfort within ourselves,

Which only time and healing delves


We find instead our own worth,

A new beginning given birth,

The truth that hid within the storm;

The heart and soul are now transformed.


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Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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