Who

Nicholas Browning

 

Fluttering spaces between the lines

Tethered to a pen,

Connect a thought of what's left behind

When all's been said, in the end.

 

O' Mighty Song, Mighty Song,

What is one to prove?

When all's been done;

When all's been seen,

When all's what, is who?

 

Antiquated motives twist and turn

Fabricating fabric woven

By what is harrowed, what is learned,

History tells of great deeds now sullen

As its image continues to burn.

 

Mighty Song, O' Mighty Song,

In what verse should we recite?

Who's to say?

Who's to see?

When all that's known is a lie?

 

We lay awake while our cities sleep,

Wide-eyed, hopeful for more;

We reduce to ashes as children weep,

Wasting creation in its purest form.

 

O' Song, Mighty Song,

What's there left to mention?

What's to be,

Who's to care?

When all our answers are questions?

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2022 00:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes answers are questions, and sometimes questions are never answered.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28
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Comments9

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    I like your poem ! Interested nice read .. )) nice to see that your posting poems again .

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Your first verse is truly lovely β€˜ Fluttering spaces between the lines

    Tethered to a pen,
    Really like those lines

    • Nicholas Browning

      Hey Rose. It's been a while. Good to see you're still flying around lol. I don't often have time to write or post, but I do when I can. I've got many poems written that I haven't posted, as posting and replying to everyone can take quite a bit of time. I post the ones that I think will do the most good that day, for whoever. I'm glad that you thought the read was interesting.

    • Crowns4Christ

      Your verse is amazing, and flowed really well, God gave you a great gift my friend and you use your gift well, great piece

      • Nicholas Browning

        I don't know who or what gave me the ability to write, but I respect your saying so. Thank you for the kind words.

        • Crowns4Christ

          God gives us all a gift to grow and use as a tool to become who we are meant to be,
          Do you have any spiritual beliefs, if I may ask

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        • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

          Yes , still on here most days . This is my favourite poetry site to share and read poems .

          I did find it interesting and really nice to read ))

          • Nicholas Browning

            What were the interesting bits if you don't mind my asking?

          • orchidee

            Good write N.

          • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

            The third verse .. interesting way with words . And I liked your mention of the words β€˜ mighty songs β€˜ and your questions in the poem . I don’t know really . I just think it was well written

            • Nicholas Browning

              Well, thanks. I appreciate the feedback πŸ˜€ Thanks for humoring me. And apologies for disappearing.

            • Distant View

              There are always more questions than answers in life, I believe! Interesting musings!

            • Rocky Lagou

              A truly captivatin write fellow poet. I admire the images you portray and the philosophical side of this poem. Sometimes we're searching for an intangible bliss. That refrain is also amazing. "Mighty Song, O' Mighty Song!"

              • Nicholas Browning

                Hey Rocky! Thanks for the lovely feedback. I'm glad you like the refrain. It represents the song of life, or the representation of it as a whole. Philosophy sits close to home, it does. Many thanks for the visit!

              • Saxon Crow

                Ok so I'm picturing you with Shelley here gave a poet face off. Very well written piece here.

                • Nicholas Browning

                  I'm not the brightest crayon in the box so I don't know who Shelley is, but I appreciate the visit and the compliment! Thank you Sir Crow.



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