Mr Question : Writing

No Room for a Craftsman

No Room for a Craftsman

A Poem by Mr Question


Is there no room for a craftsman?No room for their skills and dedication?Are we so impatient to get what we can?We will take lesser quality via automa..
It's getting Late

It's getting Late

A Poem by Mr Question


I see my time getting shorter.My choices of entertainment are duller,My spare time, increasingly, I have become a hoarder.I seek to study the mundane...
For those before

For those before

A Poem by Mr Question


We move through our livessurroundedby who we lovefamiliarand comfortingtaking for granted not saying enough.But those who raise ussee us,as we are, fr..
Passenger seat driver

Passenger seat driver

A Poem by Mr Question


"The wrong turn? I see your point,"He said to his wife,As she attempted to open the car door.He turned off the engine,Opened the window,And began the ..
Walk carefully to comfort

Walk carefully to comfort

A Poem by Mr Question


To express is to desire understanding.To express is to desire comfort.Comfort without understanding is bland and tasteless.Words drop uncontrolled as ..
Stolen Words

Stolen Words

A Poem by Mr Question


Stolen wordsWe sat and spoke,often over a meal.I may have known youor just a moment's common bond we would feel.Whether a stranger or friend,silence u..
So Goes Winter

So Goes Winter

A Poem by Mr Question


So goes WinterFather Time sinks further into depression,with no Spring in his step,His mistress spurs his attention,Her Nature fills him with regret.T..
View of the forest through tired old eyes.

View of the forest through tired old eyes.

A Poem by Mr Question


The comfort of trees cannot be understated,I can honestly state 10 out of 10 is underrated,Although My infatuation is a little belated,I am grateful t..
Fresh Snow's Wisdom

Fresh Snow's Wisdom

A Poem by Mr Question


Fresh Snow's WisdomFor just a moment,The world is clean.Sounds are muted,Just so serene.But a cost is applied,For experiencing the calm.Bitter cold ta..
Life on the ice

Life on the ice

A Poem by Mr Question


Step out on the ice be curious of the view.It may crack it may shift but what can you do.Look down to to the ice there's a reflection that’s tru..