A Day In The Life

searching for answers, and wondering if others have the same questions of what this life means.

you wonder
if others see, like I see
or question, my same questions

secrets remain on the high branches
did you find the same ones, when you searched?

Today, I found an old advertisement.
my Cavalier great grandfather
perusing old newspapers in Italian
being stunned at the sight of his very name
selling his services
one hundred years ago.

Tonight received words
from an old friend
A writer who puts her thoughts in the very air
for me to grab, hold and taste.
she has questions
those very same questions
that come into my mind
She has answers, the thin flakey maxims
falling through her fingers
words of old religion
that do not ring true
that failed to deliver
in the real world.
just like in mine.

this week I reconnected
with two old friends
sisters from forty years past
from a life period gone by
but forefront in my mind
Comparing old things and showing new
filling in blanks
I wonder how many questions
get matched with answers
 
copyright © 2014 Marc S. McCune, All rights reserved

Reviews

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~~ an extremely insightful piece of poetry... ~~ for me, it's about looking back and seeing how many times i've tried to fill the same blanks in different ways... ~~ i really don't know if any of the answers i have right now are true... but i'm trying to test them... ~~ and i recently discovered the comfort of atheism... ~~ thank you for writing poetry that reveals the intricacies of complex thoughts with simple images... ~~ english is not my first language so it helps a lot to read poetry that i can follow without struggling...