Written for dVerse MTB: Poems of Questions
hosted by Grace. The challenge is to write a
poem built around questions that remain
unanswered. Here is my response.
Who tied the ribbon …. steady hands or shaking?
What season pressed that rose until it dried?
Which words were read so often they stopped meaning,
and which were folded shut, left still inside?
Did someone wait by windows for an answer?
Do coins remember what they once were worth?
And does the one who kept these know we’re wondering
or did they take the questions back to earth?
NAR©2026
This is “Human” by The Killers
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. If there’s something you would like to use, ask me; if I think it’s appropriate, I will usually agree. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
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Love the questions specially this one: Which words were read so often they stopped meaning,
and which were folded shut, left still inside?
Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks very much, Grace. It’s a pleasure.
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A wondrously ponderous poem my friend … and deserves some “appaws” …
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Thank you, my dear friend, for these lovely comments and a little bit of Mr. Cohen. 🥰 🎶
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Always my pleasure and hoping you are feeling comfortable and recovering well 🥰🎶📖
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Thank you, my dear friend. I am far from comfortable at the moment but I am trying to rest. Just a few minutes on WordPress today to keep in touch. Thanks for your good wishes, dear Ivor 🥰
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Ouchie, I you’re able to get some sleep 🥰😴
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Beautiful verse Nance I particularly love ‘What season pressed that rose until it dried?’ 🌹
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Thanks very much, Ange!
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Beautifully written Nancy
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Thank you, my dear friend
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Always my pleasure
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