Aug 17 2008
The Answers
I do not know the answers
to War or
Peace
or Just
I do not know the questions
that make them feel they Must
I do not know the heart
that claims it’s just one way
It only makes us part
so’s we can have our
Say
I do not know the
Hatred
in eyes that refuse to see
who feel my life is fated
to pay their bitter
Fee
I do not know the mind
that slams its own doors shuT
which seeks to make us bind
and keep us in its rut
I only know my own
Truth
in the madness of this world
that no one has the real proof
of how our
Souls
have curled
I seek no other counsel
to tell me what to
Think
for surely our true downfall
is the missing human link
so lecture me nothing
of
War or
angry Protest
I know too much false loving
and the arrogance of know-best
the answers are not lying
out above your head
but are
slowly dying
with every
Movement led
copyright 2008
No responses yet
Aww!!
Only got one word.
BEAUTIFUL. I don’t know what to do about all this beauty. It’s making me go all funny and slushy on meself.
It does what poetry does. It touches places, it’s twinkly.
Twinkles & More Twinkles
Di
oh my, lol, what shall we do about all this beauty, di? goodness we don’t want your head to get all funny and slushy do we? perhaps you should take two aspirin and take a break? they aren’t going anywhere, my poems. i hope they always twinkle.
love
sarah
god sarah I loved this
“I only know my own
Truth
in the madness of this world
that no one has the real proof
of how our
Souls
have curled”
fabulous.
kim
hi kim,
thanks - i haven’t written one like this for a while - but i feel a few more coming. thanks for reading, dear.
sarah
I don’t even know the questions.
yes dear, and that’s as it should be.
sarah
very much enjoyed this
thank you.
sarah
At some point, I will have to stop commenting on your poetry Sarah, because it leaves me speechless … but just want ya to know, it’s not because I don’t find it deeply touching.
I find poetry that connects with me deeply, seems like it was written for me. And this one speaks to one of my favourite memes this summer … truth. When I was younger, I thought I knew what my personal truth was, what I wanted, how I was going to get there. But as a grew older, I realized I didn’t know anymore … and fortunately my wisdom also grew to the point where I no longer needed a personal ‘truth’. i am quite happy to not know, to not feel the need to find it … it will present itself when the time comes.
oh please don’t stop commenting, gerry, you are one of the few who does. though it was nice to see i leave you speechless (in a good way) and thank you for that. i agree, i have the same thing with writing that i connect with as well - it does feel as though it was written for me. as to personal truths, yes, looking for them never seems to result in the actual finding of them - just letting it be and come to you seems to work best.
as always, thanks for your readership and your nice comments, they do brighten my day.
sarah