There are question marks
That hang like hooks,
And every now and then
That dot at the end will drop
Like a penny, another thing realised.
They are often just that,
Marks, imprinted on us;
Like scars, like wrinkles
Or like rings on a tree,
The age-old questions.
Every new generation lives with these,
Watches them hang,
Sees them on their skin.
Every new generation, another ring,
Widening the circle of thought.
Wow Way: What a well written poem! And, how appropiate to your theme. I really like this one. Adeline
A very beautiful poem, the style, the rings of the trees, are very much a part of the heritage I received from the old country, very much a part of the origins of the settlers on the wild West Coast, South Island New Zealand where I was born.10+
Liked it, simple and well written. It's the simplicity of the verse that says the most to me.....x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem, well written, very different way of looking at things, very though prevoking,