by Philip F De Pinto

a stranger
as complete as one can get
told me once in passing that the world
was beautiful and I didn't know what he meant

content not to leave it there
I went up to the stranger and asked
what he meant
when he said the world was beautiful?

and when I did he shrugged and said
I don't know what you mean!

not leaving it there I told myself
what did you mean by telling the someone
who told you the world was beautiful
that you didn't know what he meant?

and before the day was over I was spent
not knowing what that somebody meant

and no matter how many times I ask myself
what that somebody meant who told me
that the world was beautiful

still I don't know what he meant
and perhaps I never will
but am content to know
neither will he


Posted on 01/13/2015
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/14/15 at 12:59 AM

And you have hit the proverbial nail with the hammer on the head. Only the dictionary knows what meaning means and I disagree with it most of the time. We use it when we think we know what we mean. Don't ever you use when you think you know what someone else means.

Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 01/14/15 at 06:46 PM

LOVE this!!! This poem is beautiful ;)

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