It has been a very busy week. I’ve made certain I had time to write, but posting did not always make the schedule.
30/30 Poetry Facebook prompt for Wednesday: a poem that asks and answers a question.
Recurring sadness
Today was clear and welcome warm
for early spring but tonight
temperatures will drop. My heart clenches
over the star magnolia, white fingers splayed
wide to the treacherous sun. Tomorrow
they will dangle limp and brown. Why
do magnolias always bloom too early?
My grandmother’s voice is soft
in memory: It’s not their fault
we invited them to live here.
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I find that prompt really interesting. I’m wondering how it felt writing it. I always think of a poem leaving the reader without answering the question and yet here you’re being required (sort of) to do so. But is that the answer? Or the only answer? So maybe it doesn’t really quite answer it all.
It’s an answer of sorts; certainly the person who said that (not my grandmother, incidentally) offered it as an answer. Sometimes an answer gives rise to more questions, or leads us to question the answer itself, or even the question. (Okay, now it feels as though I’m chasing my tail. Coherent thoughts are in there somewhere.)
I felt kind of stumped when I first read the prompt, but decided to let it compost a bit. (That’s kind of my goal for this month: don’t overthink, just write something.) The poem coalesced out of observations made while walking the dog and conversations with friends in recent weeks.
Loving your poems 🙂
I’m so glad! Thank you for reading and commenting.