Thursday, April 13, 2006

Three Words I Know

I breathed in
morning’s cool air
then watched it tumble out,
disappearing where,
I don’t know.
A bird pecked
its breakfast,
up and down,
then flew away,
I don’t know.
The neighbors
backed their cars,
turned, and
headed down the street,
I don’t know.
It seems
I’m at a loss
for knowing much,
I don’t know.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)


Anonymous said...

Yes, I know.:)

illusion said...

"i don't know" - i'm sick of this!
why can't we just know? at least some times!!

bittersweet said...

the more i know, the more i know i don´t know! sigh :) your poem describes how i feel.

polona said...

there's (too) much
i don't know
but i know one thing:
i love your work!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

The title for this poem is perfect. Sometimes I feel like that's all I say to my kids! The older I get, the more I realize I don't know.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Pat, the wistful tone of this poem is delicious!

boulies said...

This captured that early morning blues feeling. Or maybe just that early morning feeling of, "why do I even have to get up". To this I often say, "I don't bloody well know"!

Pat Paulk said...

AA, you always do! But, that's a good thing!

Illusion, thanks for stopping by and commenting, I think, maybe, I don't know!

Bittersweet, ain't that the truth!! Thanks for the visit!!

Polona, we have a mutual admiration society, because I love yours too!! Thanks!

Christine, with kids they think you don't. Thanks!!

Russell, thanks!!

Boulies, I was wondering that very thing this morning! Thank you!

Eric said...

i dn't knw ithr :)

floots said...

i like this
agreed with it all
don't know why

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

at least you're staying home! :)

anu said...

so simple and sweet Pat :-)

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

In a way I'm glad though there wouldn't be any room in my head if I knew all that stuff. My kids will tell you there's no room in there anyway