Longlisted Poem 2012

Michael Simison

All Saints’ RC School, North Yorkshire

Disparate Thoughts Hung From String

If we knew where we were going, we would not go,
Pauper is as unappealing as king,
What we are searching for will never show.

The flowers yearn for the sun as they grow,
Unconscious but unconscious of nothing,
If we knew where we were going, we would not go.

We strive for knowledge, but all that we know
Would be of use were it just enlight’ning,
What we are searching for will never show.

Can the mind dwell incessantly, although
On thoughts, disparate as if hung from string,
If we knew where we were going, we would not go.

One’s outlook appears as if drawn by Miró;
Surreal, but bearing enough truth to sting,
What we are searching for will never show.

Whilst discomfort seems something to forego,
There is always a need for hands to wring,
If we knew where we were going, we would not go,
What we are searching for will never show.
© Michael Simison

Project Details

  • Date January 8, 2015
  • Tags 2012 Voyages - Longlisted Poems