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)
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12 comments:
Yes, I know.:)
"i don't know" - i'm sick of this!
why can't we just know? at least some times!!
the more i know, the more i know i don´t know! sigh :) your poem describes how i feel.
;)
there's (too) much
i don't know
but i know one thing:
i love your work!
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.
Pat, the wistful tone of this poem is delicious!
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"!
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!
i dn't knw ithr :)
i like this
agreed with it all
don't know why
at least you're staying home! :)
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
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