way poem #06: perhaps by questions

Frank Prem

he stood at the end
of the concrete path
just below
the washing line

 

raised his head
and shouted out
into the blue
his name

 

I am …

 

I am …

 

he yelled it at the sky

 

shouted through
the clouds
into beyond
and then a little bit further
a little bit more

 

his name came back
reflected in the sunlight
diffused among the new green
leaves of the trees

 

his name came back
magnified
by the action of light
diffuse daylight

 

who
do you think you are

 

profound
deep question

 

who do you think
you are

 

he fell
knees to the ground

 

I don’t know

 

I don’t know I don’t know

 

I am just a question
I’ve asked answer of the breeze

 

do you know
do you know

 

but the breeze
has gone
and the day is done
and the light fades dark
and the sun bids goodbye
and tomorrow beckons
with answers
to the

 

why

 

why
I don’t know
but my task lies
in questions

 

and I will ask the sun
I will ask the stars

 

I will ask …

 

perhaps forever
but I will ask

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2018 00:27
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 14
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments4

  • orchidee

    A fine write Frank. So many questions in life: Who, what, where, when, why,......

    • Frank Prem

      And when we thin we know the answer, we're wrong, usually.

      Cheers, O.

    • Louis Gibbs

      Continually asking questions, seeking answers ... such is the journey of one on the path. Well stated herein, Frank!

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks Louis. That seems to be what it comes down to, sometimes.

      • FredPeyer

        The age old question. Beautifully written. It nearly sounds like a fable when reading out loud. I like the structure, it goes so well with the writing. You are well along the path to enlightenment my dear Frank!

        • Frank Prem

          Well, Om, I say, to that Fred!

          Thank you and I'm most gratified that you enjoyed the peice.

        • Laura🌻

          Great write, Frank!
          The perennial question...
          ... “WHY?”...
          Will we ever have the answer?
          I think not!
          The importance is
          to keep asking the question
          as you stated at the end of your poem!

          • Frank Prem

            It makes the most sense, I think. The journey, rather than the arrival. Delighted you're enjoying these pieces, Laura. Thank you.

            • Laura🌻

              Yes, I am!
              Thank YOU for posting them! 😊



            To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.