Fay Slimm.

Questions.

 

Questions.

 

at Now's surreal boundary where rough
meets mind's edges death presents
ears with untimely laments

as pebble-tough questions lie underfoot,

 

when sting of saline rimes wet cheeks
in unwelcome sadness, as stress meets    
reason queries arise with

need to be asking things not understood,

 

here as endings mingle defeatingly 
with every beginning does grief's hold 
ever let go for life to flow

in one who so gladly late-love undertook?

Comments6

  • Neville


    you just reminded me .. again, I might add.. of all the reasons why I fell in love with poetry....

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - - we stand together then as the lure of poetry has me in its clutches too................. your comments on my attempts are always so welcome and here are big thanks again Nev....................x

    • orchidee

      A fine write Fay.

    • dusk arising

      Let there be no regrets as time takes us and plays the game of life upon us. Unanswerable questions will only find peace if we pattern our own beliefs from our innermost feelings and not be led by blind men in robes who's answers are but a dance upon a fear they gave us as infants.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Yes the way to beat grief is to think of the happy times when love lit every day then questions of Why ends arrive need not be asked. Thanks for your thoughts on the matter my friend.

      • Suresh

        While my comprehension of yours words is complete, yet the inability to replicate is torturous- and thus the admiration your work is even more appreciated

        • Fay Slimm.

          You attribute appreciation to my words by comprehending them Suresh and for this honour I am doubly grateful.......... many thanks for your visit and comment.

        • Accidental Poet

          If not for the pure elation that comes from writing poetry, there is comforting release of emotion and acceptance in what life lays at your feet. May you forever have the gift of words Fay.

        • Goldfinch60

          As we sit within our minds eye we can grieve but that grief can change to love as the memories of that love take over our hearts and minds.
          Wonderful words Fay.

          Andy



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