Some questions create a vortex
sucking all of the air out of the room.
Others can make time expand,
the air still.
Leaving us wondering
how the question ever got delivered.
A question can catch on fire.
Crackling and sizzling, until it is received.
Sometimes it leaves a burn.
My favorite question is soft.
Words unhurriedly floating,
unsure who they are meant for,
looking for an ear to land on.
By Alicia Grimshaw 2016
Thank you, LIsa. It is a risk to share and your feedback makes me smile.
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With each poem I think I have found my favorite.
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Love this, Ali! Xo
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