I am intrigued... to say the least. I may have worked too many hours today (gotta love the rat race known as the world of the retail worker, especially around the holiday season) to figure out the little puzzle you have posed, but I will be dedicating some of my precious free time to solving this vexing thing. And, by saying that, I am also saying that you have done what few new poets seldom do: Capture my attention and my imagination. Well done. I will be reading more, so keep it coming. Oh, and should I fail to solve this one (not that I am any great sleuth), I hope that you will find a kernel of charity within your heart to offer up the answer in a separate email; I promise, upon pain of death, to hold the sanctity of the puzzle and not reveal it to any other reader. Far be it from me to steal another writer's thunder. Again, wonderful performance. Bravo!
Great piece.This is a tribute to poetic depth and intellectualism.It is very intriguing that your title is "The Answer" and the body of the piece is made of questions.Great design and execution.
I haven't seen a puzzling poem in quite some while, and I like this one.
I'm thinking that maybe the question is: does nature despise people, have thoughts of its own?
But of course I'm dreadfully wrong. it's intriguing, I need to ponder on this more.
I am intrigued... to say the least. I may have worked too many hours today (gotta love the rat race known as the world of the retail worker, especially around the holiday season) to figure out the little puzzle you have posed, but I will be dedicating some of my precious free time to solving this vexing thing. And, by saying that, I am also saying that you have done what few new poets seldom do: Capture my attention and my imagination. Well done. I will be reading more, so keep it coming. Oh, and should I fail to solve this one (not that I am any great sleuth), I hope that you will find a kernel of charity within your heart to offer up the answer in a separate email; I promise, upon pain of death, to hold the sanctity of the puzzle and not reveal it to any other reader. Far be it from me to steal another writer's thunder. Again, wonderful performance. Bravo!
Can you call yourself a writer if you don’t actually put words on paper? Maybe.
As a child, I loved to write. I would spend hours writing poems, plays, and stories. I h.. more..