Questions.

Poem By Mike Tonkin

I ask
Questions
Of you,
I hear them
Echoing
Down the
Steps of time
In vain.
They give
A sharp cry
And die.
I mourn their
Passing,
But so many
Have died
I no longer
Remember
Them.
Questions I am
Immersed in
I ask you,
It is as if you
Do not
Hear.
They cling to
Life
Willing you to
Answer,
But they are
Not heard.
And go
Unnoticed.
They
Die
Unfulfilled.




..

Comments about Questions.

thank you for such a delicate, well structured and beautiful poem.- natalie


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of TONKIN

Your Life Etched In Time

Before you there where women who delighted,
But when you came along you were
The only one, there were not enough
Stars in the sky

Somebody

Who is this woman
Who came into my life
Seemingly
Eons ago,

Old Kea Church.

I saw it first
When I was five,
It was small,
So small

A Look, Two Eyes

A look. Two eyes
Filled with yearning.
A look. Two eyes
Gently burning

Aberfan

On 21st of October 1966 a tip of coal slurry slid
Into the village of Aberfan and 144 people were
Killed.
Of these 116 were children who were buried

Wandering

Wandering
Aimlessly amongst the trees
And the wet decaying leaves.
Silence.