Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. (For detailed prompt, see below.)
When the whys
get in your eyes
Why are you holding a knife
in your hand? Portends no good. Looks life-threatening.
To make an incision!
Why? To make a decision, you need a knife? There’s no strife.
Your question is rife with misunderstanding. I said: incision, to do some grafting.
Why a decision to do drafting? I do a lot of that. It’s a craft. Why…
You’re daft. It’s simple: I’m going to make a cut.
Why cut? What? Whom? Up or off? We’re here by a tree. Do the bees bother you? Follow them to their hive, find sweet honey and we’ll thrive.
You’re way off. Well, not quite. Because, right, it’s about the tree.
Why do you want to cut the tree down? I see you frown. That, clown, will be rough: your knife isn’t big enough!
Enough! Enough. You’re making it tough.
Why? You make me laugh. What is it that you want to cut? Or is it all nothing more than a bluff?
Enough! Cut it out! I can take no more! For heaven’s sake, shut up!
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Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).