Poetry and Writes

I Don't Know (POEM)

I saw stilled trees and honeybees
a river fresh in infancy
a world anew, four oceans blue--
among the wind, they grew.

among the nights of brackenfern
they wandered the saplings green
they yielded to the evening things
they knew not what they'd seen.

through the gray moor, over the tide
a gentle crooning lullaby hushes
the grating dark-owl's chide.

once acquainted, syllables grow
words meander over pull and throw.

merciless, the earth, it churns,
and a boy picks a blackberry
from a thimble of the woods.

tapestries! soliloquies!
chosen charts and language harks
compel the wind to me.
to me! to me! the planet is free!
the planet turns through silver
shores and phoenix grass till the
rooster, amber, cries.

oh they wandered so lonely through the
trees, and still they knew not what they'd
seen--but, to a point, my old hands did...

I'll tell them when the dawn rises
dove-like in the pre-morn sun
that, foolish wanderers, oh
even I don't know.

And maybe that's it!

I don't know why the rooster cries
though only its small farm
hears its plaintive voice.
I don't know why the owl shouts
corrections--because in the reproachful
night the entire forest is asleep.
I don't know why my wide arms
still paddle through the sea themselves
though I've been all I've yearned
to be.

But the trees still sing soliloquies
and the new world still calls to me.

NOTE: And I don't know what this poem is! It's so unfocused and untidy. Anyway...some of you might like it.

I don't know.

--KingfisherBirdLady