Not knowing...

Why, what, where, how and when?

 

 

Not knowing…

 

Not knowing…

Walls prove unending

Collections collect dust

Socks match and no one cares

Mirrors reflect pain

Clogged drains overflow sorrow

 

Not knowing…

Nature breathes dreary pictures

Bent branches sway in branded winds

Pathways end without rhyme or reason

Silhouettes run from their own shadows

Ripples disappear on darkened coastlines

 

Not knowing…

Puzzle pieces don’t fit

Questions have no answers

Music loses all means of melody

Days are merely days

Poetry is pointless

 

Not knowing…

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[s y e]

This is such a sad and heartbreaking write, my friend. The repetition of 'Not knowing' fits really well and adds to it. Another amazing write.

[Jack...]

Thank you Sye. I always appreciate you stopping by and leaving me such thoughtful kind words.

[s y e]

Always a pleasure.

[Angel]

Not knowing...
Wow.
Just...
Wow.
This is such a sad piece...so lonely, so...
The writer seems to be desperate for...something...reaching...reaching
But whatever it is he is searching for keeps eluding him.
Very well written, my friend! (As always)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much sweet Angel. My smile this day is because of you.

[Anand Sehgal]

Puzzle pieces don’t fit

Questions have no answers

Loved the expressions :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much

[Keith]

Man that is sad and oozes loneliness. Things are low when 'socks match and none cares'! If it happened at my place that would be headline news and a public holiday declared to celebrate.

[Jack...]

Thanks for the laughs Keith. I appreciate your kind words.

[Blue Ivory]

This one is sad and heartbreaking...It has this emptiness about it. Nice work playing around with emotions with words :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Troy Henson]

A well expressed piece Jack. The concept and reality of not knowing can have such a profound affect on life. As with the way you have written this piece, not knowing begs so many questions....many of which we are unable to answer.

Regards
Troy

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Troy.

[Dr. Wood ?]

you are such a clever writer sir...this has flashes of genius

[Jack...]

Wow, I'll take that compliment. I appreciate it Doc.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Feels pretty apt to me right now Jack. As always such concepts swept up in lovely metaphors and turned into still life.

[Jack...]

Thanks John. I hope you know soon.

[Baby Ricochet]

Poetry is only pointless when it sucks. This is a good piece. Like I can see the autumn leaves blowing around the sad poet's feet on a drizzly day and s**t. Great Job.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love this, Jack! The repetition of "Not knowing..." works well here. Definitely a lot of things here to ponder. So much doesn't fit in, that art of "not knowing". Wonderful work here!

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Lori