The Mark of a Question

What is a painting?

When there is no objectivity.

Just a swish of mismatch colors,

Depicting a still life in a frame.

What is a journal?

An unkempt adventure.

When everything is a story,

...yet no one has ever read it.

What is a book?

When moth and moisture spoil the pages.

...and the reader doesn't care,

But the ultimacy of purpose is to finish it.

What is a woman?

Stereotyped to be a weakling and a nag.

A model of perplexity,

...but it is equal to a man with courage.

What is love and to be loved?

Epic moments where you can be vainglorious.

An inexplicable sentiment,

For a man and a woman.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

quite profound...the rhetorical questions...the "inexplicable sentiment"

which you actually explicate quite well indeed.

jacob

[Veronica DiMarco]

Thank you Jacob.
I can learn to write well from all of you here. You write so well too!
do hang around! ;]

[jacob erin-cilberto]

been here awhile...i do like this place...don't plan on going anywhere...the glitches here get a little annoying...but ...the other poets i get to read make me stay in place.

[Veronica DiMarco]

you said it... me too!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Your words are so insightful and makes one think .Lovely write I love it:)

[Veronica DiMarco]

Thank you for your comment, it means a lot! ;)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are so very welcome:)