“A Question Can’t Be Wrong”

A good question for me is one I keep
thinking about.  I don’t need to make sense
of it.  Serendipity, cosmos, time.
A good question for me is one that meets
in the middle.  One that begets intense
wide journeys, floating deep between the lines.
A good question follows me into sleep.
It rearranges and reframes events,
is more than just the words I can define.
A good question reshuffles how I see.

The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. I decided to look at some of my book reviews on Goodreads for an idea of how to approach it. The first quote in my review of Kiese Laymon’s book “Long Division” (a book I highly recommend) is what I used for the title of my poem. I’m not sure if if this is a review of asking questions or of questions themselves. But I am always asking them, and of course I have a lot of thoughts about them. I borrowed some of the ideas from the review too.

Even my collage box art is always asking questions and commenting on asking questions.

I’ve written in the form of Muri’s Dizzy poem. The motion is mostly interior, but it’s present, even though not necessarily seen.


I don’t think anyone ever told me it was wrong, exactly, to spend my wishes on myself.  I could want things, ask for them, covet them, even.  But wishes were in another dimension.

The earliest thing I actually remember wishing for consistently was along the lines of “peace love and understanding”.  That was adolescence, the 60s—wasn’t every sane person wishing for the same thing? Aren’t they still?

Even now I am cautious of wishing.  But I can’t help wishing humans would consider the consequences of what we say and do, and take responsibility for what happens as a result.  And I wish fervently that we would be better caretakers of the earth and all of its inhabitants. 

And for myself, today?  I pour another cup of coffee–

watch birds
open wings, touch the sky–
all I need

For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday where the theme chosen by Anita Dawes is what you wish for. I’m also linking to dVerse OLN, hosted by Linda.

When I was searching for this song I found more different versions of it on YouTube than any other song I’ve ever looked for. It obviously strikes a chord.

and of course, the original…

mad enchantment

mad enchantment mandala s

mad enchantment s

mad enchantment–
a swarm, a flock, a host–
winged spirits

Bjorn has us going through out bookshelves for his dVerse prompt.  I brought very few books to my temporary apartment, thinking I would make frequent visits to the library.  Most of what is here are art books with exiting titles like “Matisse” or “Chagall”.  Still, I managed to put together a haiku-like book poem.

mad mandala close up s

Then I did one with CDs, which offered a better selection.

wise up ghost s

Wise up ghost:
I’m not there.
Life’s too short.