Hello All. Today’s prompt is to write a poem all made out of questions? Here are some of my questions this morning. Thank you for visiting.
Where Have The Memories Gone? Where have the memories gone? How did they leave, yet you remain? How dark is it becoming In the warm hearth of your brain? Do the new memories visit Too briefly for you to hold? Are the old memories so deep That they are all growing cold? How do you stay so sunny? Where do you keep the fire of you? Why do all the synonyms for Cheerful still apply to you? Whose faces does she carry inside? Where are the places she remembers? What stories are closest to the flame? How can I help stir the embers? And why is there no word for The sparks that slowly rise Drifting from the campfire Then disappearing before our eyes?
Love this! ✨
Thank you Rachael. It was hard to write.