The suggestion for today was to write a poem consisting of nothing but questions–until the very last line, a statement. It’s a reversal of an assignment I remember from last year which resulted for me in a poem called “Six Statements and a Question.” This year, I’ve added a little edge to the task: in honor of the 14th day of the month–a sonnet!
Seven Questions and a Statement
How’s his liver holding out, dear doctor,
in terms of how much bourbon it will take?
What’s the secret to long life, or rather
Who has the perfect recipe for cake?
What happens when desire collides with need
Or need crosses a boundary to lust?
Which proclivities must a person feed
the hungry soul to ensure it’s deep trust?
At last, in the end, curiosity
having maybe killed a number of cats,
what hope destroys the kind of falsity
that deflects the best intentions from acts?
Blindly, we move in our own direction
and see clearly this one true reflection.
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