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Wednesday, 18 August 2010

The Mystery

You've got it all wrong.
It has nothing to do with me my dear.
I'm not speaking of some great, soul-searching mystery like:
Who am I? or Why am I here?

Rather, it has to do with you.
Why, why, why
By a river on a cold early evening,
In autumn-heavy, dull-dark air,
At that exact moment at that exact hour of that specific day...
Why were you exactly there?

I know it is a mystery but still I think the question fair.


Lori said...

Very nice. I like how your words make my mind ponder it's mystery.

Judi Dudek said...


Life with Kaishon said...

That is good. very, very good. you are a great writer colleen.

Felisol said...

I still think your poem is one of existential nature.
For good and for bad we see in a glass darkly.

I try to tell my mother (85) that some sunny day in heaven, all our whys will be answered.
I don't need the answers then, my dear mom replies.
Over and over again.
In her way she's right too.

Your poem is one of art and vulnerable feelings.
I hope I haven't crushed it with my everyday words.

My daughter of 22 is leaving for school this weekend and most probably won't be back before Christmas.
I'd be glad to meet you and William in Haugesund if you feel like it.

Michael Khatcherian said...
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Michael Khatcherian said...

that's beautiful as usual. I wonder when I can start writing intensively again, no energy :-( Keep on inspiring Colleen

Colleen: said...

Thank you all for the feedback! Felisol, you haven't crushed it at all, I love your thoughtful comments and the stories you include in them! I hope everything goes smoothly for Serina as she goes off to school soon. Where is she headed? I would very much like to meet with you sometime, if we are ever in Haugesund, I will be sure to let you know!
Michael, I hope your energy and inspiration come back soon. I always enjoy your writing, I like the way you put words together!

Felisol said...

Hello, Colleen,
Thanks for being so positive!
Daughter Serina are leaving for Volda,third year in a bachelor study; PR, communication and information.
Who knows what that really means?
Nevertheless, she's having a good time studying.

It's always kind of sad when she leaves. The only thing sadder would be, if she wasn't able to leave and find a life of her own.

When she had arthritic fever, we feared that might be the result.
The Lord has had mercy and stood by, and now I am utterly grateful
for what she has achieved so far.

Anyway, I shall be so happy to see you here in Haugesund.Yeay!