Unearthing Hidden Truths: Roy Pullam’s Poem That Strikes Like a Pickaxe
Ever find yourself panning for gold—metaphorically speaking—in the riverbed of your own thoughts? There’s something strangely captivating about the way we hunt for that elusive “vein of truth,” isn’t there? Like a relentless prospector, we sift through ordinary words, digging beyond the surface to unearth those glittering, golden nuggets of meaning. It’s a quest fueled by curiosity, driven by an insatiable need to discover and share something profound—something that shines a little brighter in the torrent of everyday noise. Yet, much like actual prospectors, we rarely find enough to fully satisfy that hunger… and maybe that’s the point. What if the thrill lies not in the gold itself, but in the ceaseless chase and what we learn along the way? Dive into this poetic exploration of discovery and meaning, and maybe you’ll find a little sparkle of your own.
Like a prospector
You search for a vein
Of truth
For pure ore
Words that shine
A golden vision
Of subjects
Important to you
Meanings buried
From the ordinary eye
Ideas you choose
To explore
To show others
As much
As for yourself
In the stream of thought
You find nuggets
But never enough
To quell
Your curiosity
