Questions, questions...

Today's prompt is based on Claire Wahmanholm's poem The Meadow, The River. We are challenged to write a poem which 'similarly resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.'

Challenge accepted! Again, I am not sure I am able to meet the standards of the above mentioned poem.

Independently dependent

I found courage in my heart,

but fear in my mind

Yet I stepped out into the unknown,

tripped,

but got back up

and stood my ground

out of defiance of my own doubt

I fell,

hit rock bottom,

but was lifted higher

because I trusted, prayed –

In my independence

I would never be alone.

Do you believe in God?

So many questions...

One NaPoWriMo 2014 prompt is to write a poem in which every line, except the last, is in the form of a question. I decided to write a poem last night in which I ask a few questions regarding one of the most mysterious abstract nouns on earth...

 

What is love?

 

What is love?

Is it even real?

 

Is it the comforting sound of your mother's voice?

Her warm embrace?

 

Is it found in your sister's reassuring smile?

Or in her cupcakes?

 

Is love the friendship you would die without?

Or is in the smile of a stranger?

 

Is it the touch of a lover, their gentle kiss?

Or is it in the laughter of your children?

 

Is love the feeling of nostalgia?

Or the longing for what you cannot have?

 

Is it the unconditional loyalty of your pet?

Or the cherished memory of a childhood toy?

 

Is love the warmth of food?

The smell of summer?

 

Is love in music?

In dance?

 

Is love real in the movies?

Or is it deeper, more spiritual?

 

Love, my love, is love.

 

Andrea Vermaak