The Query
Amongst the rooftops I sit in a query
as to the meaning of life.
A lone flag rustling in the breeze
if only…it’s patriotic call.
A young woman falls
another maintains.
Symbiotic rhythms and waves,
a myriad of quandry,
listening to the quibble of far off folks.
and here I sit once again,
waiting for answers…
Realizing as each day passes,
they’re immersed within…
the very fabric of daily syncopations,
universal oneness, and
the simple, yet profound…
The query, the quandry and the quibble.
love that last line
ReplyDeleteand yet every moment you sit and think
you're living what you seek:)
xo
erin
smiles. i dont fear the questions, they often push me further....nice write...love the setting you set for it...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous picture and I loved your poem!
ReplyDeleteEspecially these lines ...
*Carolina sun upon my skin
and here I sit once again
waiting for answers ...
Thanks for the kind words on my poem!
Margie :)
I'll never stop asking the questions...especially the meaning of life...enjoyed visiting Lorely...
ReplyDeleteNor shall I Helena... :)
ReplyDeleteSo simply stated Erin "you're living what you seek," if only I can bottle that and capture it forever
The setting was simple Brian because it was real...in Sunset Beach North Carolina...one of my favorite places to sit at the beach... is on the rooftops...
Loved your poem too Margie...easy to be kind to brilliance :)
There's something about the "higher viewpoint" that helps us see "quibbling" as unnecessary (one hopes!) Great poem.
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