How

Interrogative

 

How

© 2009 Mark Pearce

 

 

           How can you enjoy birds singing

                   from an airline terminal?

 

           How does plenty

                   rob us of pleasure?

 

           How can we taste truth

                   without spitting out sweet-lucre fabrications?

 

           How is it that supple willow

                   attends to our pains?

 

           How do words

                   imprison us?

 

           How can we experience joy

                   without knowing its contrast?

 

           How can the moon

                   hold its place?

 

           How can we write music

                   without allowing for the silence?

 

           How is it that you’re reading this work and not –

–       crying?

–       laughing?

–       rolling your eyes and quitting

        in exasperation because you realize

                                the writer doesn’t know

                                where he is going with all this

                                so it’s not very likely

                                to be worth reading anyhow?

 

           How does

                   a tomato grow?

 

 

Author's Note

A three letter title, in case you hadn't noticed.

Reviews

[Babbette Francis]

After reading you other works, I was expecting a twist, I got it! lol
this was fun