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,
where,
I don’t know.
The neighbors
backed their cars,
turned, and
headed down the street,
where,
I don’t know.
It seems
I’m at a loss
for knowing much,
why,
I don’t know.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yes, I know.:)

another illusion said...

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

Cheryl 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!

Unknown 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!

Elena Horowitz-Brookes 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 l houck jr 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! :)

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