Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Unanswerable Questions

Posted Saturday, January 01, 2011

Who knows me?
Who sees my soul?

I want to reach--- to cry


Why must life be this way?


Questions rule my mind.

Yet I’m seeing each day that I’m acting-- deciding-- living--no longer as a child.
But as a young man.
Yes-- these questions have a purpose.

Not to be answered. but to see, forevermore, what I am living for.

Ken Carlson
April 1989

Check out our last 6 eNewsletters:

November 4, 2016--Crossing the Continental Divide (Both Literally and Metaphorically)

May 13, 2016-Are You Embracing Your Goo?

April 6, 2016--Micromanagement is Good Management

Recent Posts