words gradually disappeared
erased from the paper of memory
the sun and moon lost their shine
flowers their scent
there was no taste of honey
there were no colours
no abstract noun for the feeling I get
when you smile at me
there was no name to call out
from the depths
of a night-
Kim M. Russell, 30th August 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ What if . . . ?
Susan says ‘What if . . . ?’ is a wondering question; it could be speculation, anticipation or regret. On the one hand, she says it leads her to science fiction and fantasy; on the other, it leads her to strategize like a chess player, a teacher or a writer. She wants to know where it leads us?
Our challenge is to write a new poem that poses “What if” questions. We don’t have to use the exact words nor do we need to provide answers.