Notched Known Poem by linda jenkinson

Notched Known



There is a certain amount not known
Who would want to weigh it?
Who wants to peek around static mountains corners
Forever?

If the longest bones are crossed
Would cheeks become so smooth?
Would the folding of long held ideas
Become such an obtuse nuisance?

Why cant we just bubble wrap
All of our known notches?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sid John Gardner. 10 June 2008

My Uncle Fred had 3 notches on his Colt Peacemaker...'For shooting rabbits son'...he seplied when asked by a 5 year old admirer.... Sid xxx

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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 05 March 2008

brilliant works.......................

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linda jenkinson

linda jenkinson

northallerton yorkshire uk
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