Friday, April 25, 2008

Who knows...

Must you know me
or, just my words?
Do you know me
through my words?
Do you?

10 comments:

kdzu said...

Only bits and pieces
Do we know
Your wit and kindness
This we know
Your hopes and fears
Some we know
What we don't know
I don't know

boneman said...

Through words we can become more real
as Arthur C. Clark, or smart, like Asimov, or big as trees through the eyes of nts as given to us by Tolkien.

We are that fog on little cat feet
Oh we were a tree!

But, were we?

wait...

weren't we?

AspergantuS said...

Do I know you?
In ways you'll never guess... yes. Some ways... no.
But I've seen the smile live and in person, that's all I NEED to know.

Jean said...

What beautiful poetry, Mr Kudzu!

Berry, we always wonder. Never knowing for sure.

Mick...sometimes what we know is enough.

thank you, gentlemen.

dianne said...

A little glimpse into your world
by the words you leave us here
Don't reveal it all
hold some things back...
Keep some mystery there...

Winston said...

Your words are like little windows into your soul. The truer your words, the clearer the view. Thank you for the glimpses you give us. We all are voyeurs...

Having met and talked with you face-to-face, I find you, the person, to be totally consistent with you, the words...

Irrelephant said...

It's funny how we can mold, adjust, form a new person here in cyberspace simply through our words. We can direct, misdirect, wreak all sorts of things. It's nice to know from another that the person behind the mask of words is just like the mask she carries. *s*

Bane said...

Nope...

Mark said...

I visit here for a long time - say years, enjoy reading your words, but never leave a comment. Pity, but it changed today. I may not know you, like I may never understand myself.

Jean said...

Mark, I've seen you on my sitemeter many times. To me, it is not a pity that you commented. I hope you do so again.
We all search for understanding.