Question

I don't have the answer

So why ask me, why?

Why do you ask me a question

When there is no reply?

As though the answer was this?

Did you know all along?

That so much space

Is weighed down in white silence

Who told you these things?

These imagined replies?

To the unanswered question

The question why?

There is no reply

But bad weather

Rough roads

There is no reply

Leave the rain alone

There is no reply

No reply

No answer to why

Leave the question alone

No face in the sky

No key to the door

No there is nothing, but nothing

So leave nothing alone

And turn round and go home

Watch the sea from your window

The waves rise and fall

Nothing but madness

And nothing at all! !

The moon's silver crescent

No time to recall

What is left

What is deaf

What is blind

To ritual?

To sign?

There's no pattern no season

No face in the wall

No reason too reasonable

To make no sense at all!

There is no reply

To pain

Love lost

To prayer

Why ask me these questions?

When there's no answer there?

yvette m smith july 09

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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