questions
by Melissa Allen
.
rain begins—
a question sprouts
in a red china pot
.
drapes a question over a chair without folding it moonless
.
in
small
shoes
a
question
scrambles
up
to
the
water’s
edge
.
Red Dragonfly
haiku. poetry.
.
rain begins—
a question sprouts
in a red china pot
.
drapes a question over a chair without folding it moonless
.
in
small
shoes
a
question
scrambles
up
to
the
water’s
edge
.
hey, dear Melissa, these riffs upon a moonless night where questions sprout, so fertile! may this fertile crescent actually be incubating answers!
Thanks, Susan. Answers come and go, I guess. Now that school’s out and I have a bit of a chance to breathe I feel like they do come drifting by every so often, although they don’t necessarily stay…
Loved these, Melissa!
Thanks, Sanjukta!
It certainly is a time for questions….more truth here than meets the eye/ear! <3
Thanks, Merrill, I’m glad you appreciated these.