red, daring, alive
wild vine by fence, kerb, gutter
beauty at your feet
at edge of sidewalk
next to cement, fence, footsteps,
life blooms defiant
Where the lonely linger
dilute dull day’s duty
sip leisurely smalltalk
taste tidbits of flirtation
let liquor dim lights
soothe sober senses
lower lithe limits
top up tall illusions
lured by liquefied beauty
daydreams’ caged refuge
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).