Tag Archives: Question
moon soon: a haiku
owls outside again
their interrogatories
i’ve no answers to
Poets’ Question
Is
There
No
Limit
The depth of this delusion
The height to this hope
What
Be
The
Impetus
The inspiriration of this imagination
The food for this fall
Mute
Why
So to spend a moment more
Without rolled up sleeves
Starving the fever of me
Indulging the ever empty
There lies the answer
Evoking so much
Here stays the question
I’m warned to not ask
Why
To be
You on the savanna not in khaki
Bygone-era flashgun held high at high-noon
Since you know there’s more than meets the eye
A yellow hat, but not exactly
Irritatingly inhuman level of patience for them
Misplaced monkeys beside you
Under the black cloth with you now
Looking for the simple
Feathers and Lilies
It is well before dawn and the quiet inside
The foreign and air-starved loud quiet inside
Finds me silently searching the strangest of voids
Where a grasp I despise sends me straight to my knees
And I’m told to not care for the question at hand
Or ask it in vain to the emptiest ears
Won’t the day come
Poetic Yes
So when I sign my sigh to the end of a day
It is the way
I poetically bless
The question
To which I answered
Yes
