… for the search for the right questions is the first important task, or we’d never get to the best answers for ourselves. I owe two entries! But I don’t want to miss out on the grand finale fun so, I’ll have to write two then. NaPoWriMo to the rescue again (I know these are a little dated, but I’m having fun with them):
Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! It can be as long or short as you like. The questions can be deep and philosophical (‘what is the meaning of life?’) or routine and practical (‘are you going to eat that?’). Or both!
Have you ever wondered if you were really capable of love?
Are we simply born with different sized hearts?
Why did we build a world where vulnerability = exploitability?
How did kindness become a weakness, and love a liability?
What happens to the tired and the broken?
How does love find the shy and soft-spoken?
Why is it that those who need love the most, starve most for it?
Why is it that those who have everything simply get more of it?
How do we know when we’re ready for anything?
But, “if you’re not ready for love, how can you be ready for life?”
For the un-twinned souls, what does tomorrow bring?
When did we split our bodies from our hearts?
When we change “too much”, at what point do we part?
Why is it so bad to want to die?
Who does the judging– the wretched left to cry?
Where is meaning found in a fleeting existence?
How did we manage to complicate this world this much?
Why do we rip fish out of the sea and stick them into walls of cans?
How do we make such elaborate things but starve of love in the dark?
It’s ironic that the thing we need most can kill us and leave no mark.