Don't Answer
I don't want answers.
I want to be inspired to the possibilities.
I need a mystery,
A promise of an answer
Skirting softly in flickers of secret glances,
Written in glyphs carved in stone
no one remembers,
Spoken in dead languages,
Indecipherable,
An old key to a lock to no one knows where
found in a box in the back of the closet.
Mysteries open ended where the truth,
if there ever was one,
is whatever story you wove that fit the clues
or simply the question alone,
left unanswered.
When you said no,
that you were leaving,
I couldn't understand.
You spoke too clearly.
What did you mean?
I want to be inspired to the possibilities.
I need a mystery,
A promise of an answer
Skirting softly in flickers of secret glances,
Written in glyphs carved in stone
no one remembers,
Spoken in dead languages,
Indecipherable,
An old key to a lock to no one knows where
found in a box in the back of the closet.
Mysteries open ended where the truth,
if there ever was one,
is whatever story you wove that fit the clues
or simply the question alone,
left unanswered.
When you said no,
that you were leaving,
I couldn't understand.
You spoke too clearly.
What did you mean?
Labels: poems
posted by Jeremy at
9:59 PM
2 Comments:
beautiful. i love reading your blog, how do you come up with this things?
Thanks for the compliment!
The way I came up with it is this:
I like hearing poetry read out loud, so I joined a poetry group that meets at the local coffee house. The problem is that it's a poetry workshop, so they expect you to bring something you've written yourself (and I don't usually write poetry). So I had to hastily write something on the drive there.
Wish I could say there was more to it, but that's honestly how I came up with it : )
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