Snowy

John Prophet

Snowy
morning.
Coffee
in hand.
Here I
sit.
Contemplation.
Marveling
at the
nature
of things.
Asking why?
Wondering.
Eternal
questions.
Why anything?
Eternal
endless
questions.
No answers
in sight.
None.
Wondering.
Contemplating
nonetheless.
Realizing,
the Sapiens
mind
can only
know
so much.
Finite
capacity.
Grand
knowledge
vaporous,
beyond its
scope.
Meaning,
understanding
designated
to poetry.
Insufficient
though it
may be.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2024 06:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Alan R.
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Comments3

  • Alan R

    The last few words ...

    • John Prophet

      Thanks for reading Alan.
      John

    • Greg M Cole

      Love this! Very thoughtful.

      • John Prophet

        Thank you Greg. Write away from one old timer to another.
        John

      • Goldfinch60

        May the nature we see be forever changing to give us wonderful views of life.

        Andy

        • John Prophet

          Let’s hope Andy. Thanks for reading
          John



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