Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Unnswered questions..






















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The prompt for today is posing "questions" without giving answers. This has been revised as at first I gave answers.


Who gathers of an evening taking in the new moon and Mars?

What is it about words and pictures?

When will I be loved again?.

Where does the scent of drying flowers come from?

Why, won't you please come in?

How many solitary meals sitting in the chair by the wood stove remain?

Mostly, I wonder, why isn't everything  fair under Heaven?

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15 comments:

  1. Glenn ButtkusSeptember 20, 2017 at 4:58 PM

    You hooked me with the solitary meals by the fire--a solid reminder of our mortality; generally there is a lightness to the piece, but with an undercurrent of serious inquiry; smile.

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  2. Frank HubenySeptember 20, 2017 at 5:35 PM

    I liked how you phrased the questions about being loved again and the number of solitary meals.

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  3. brudbergSeptember 21, 2017 at 12:03 AM

    I can see the theme of questions running through the poem, and yes the solitary meals becomes so touching... Love how you have used the question words.

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  4. SreejaSeptember 21, 2017 at 7:58 AM

    Loved your questions....they are really touching...!

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  5. indybevSeptember 21, 2017 at 11:11 AM

    Such a chasm between solitude and loneliness. Your words are so poignant, and I can relate. How fortunate you have the talent to express yourself, and how fortunate to have so many cyber-friends to enjoy your poetic expressions.

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  6. kaykualaSeptember 21, 2017 at 1:10 PM

    Mostly, I wonder, why isn't
    everything fair under Heaven?

    This is the most 'searching' question I would think Kathy! It will impinge on almost all types or sorts of situation!

    Hank

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  7. sarahSeptember 22, 2017 at 3:14 AM

    Oh, such a lonely piece. Such sad questions.

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  8. Colin LeeSeptember 22, 2017 at 4:09 AM

    The drying flowers got me thinking. Poignant questions indeed ... Hope you take solace in our company who are grateful to drink and feast on your poetry and thoughtful comments, Ms Kathy. :)

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    1. Kathy ReedSeptember 26, 2017 at 7:55 AM

      That deserves a big thank you, Colin. I enjoy uour poetry as well.:-)

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  9. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comSeptember 25, 2017 at 9:37 AM

    Last two lines most especially poignant. I am reminded of aging and all the questions that come to mind as we grow into "elders" or "seniors"....like the drying flowers...seeking visitors and company.....facing the quiet and oneness of solitary meals when one's loved ones have passed before us or are busy with their own lives away from us. My aunt used to say "Growing old isn't for sissies." and my mother used to say, "Life isn't fair." Maybe they knew the answers.

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    1. Kathy ReedSeptember 26, 2017 at 7:57 AM

      Certainly they think along the same vein..thank you, Lillian.

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