Face to Face with the Unknowable

Some way down the valley, something flickers in a treetop.
It could be a bird. It may be leaves. It isn't too unusual to
Find a plastic shopping bag is snagged and flapping in
The breeze. I grabbed some kids' binoculars to try to get
A better look, but they weren't very powerful, and, thus,
I still don't know what's flashing. It means ever less
To me. I'll chalk it up to being one more minor mystery.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-11-14 at 22:19

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Albert Vyn The PoetBay support member heart!
you are so powerful for giving simple moments its tension
2025-11-15


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Another poem for me to enjoy@ Thank you for sharing. Your poem reminded me of a conversation my wife and I had the other day when we were driving home. She said to me, "Do you remember the time when you couldn't see any rubbish around?" She had spotted a white carrier bag fluttering from a high branch of a tree. It was true. You never used to see rubbish in our countryside. Times are a changing. Blessings, Allen
2025-11-14