Why Can’t It Be?
why?
why can’t it be?
why can’t we meet
somewhere in the horizon
where the earth and the sky delightedly unite
or, in between the colors of the rainbow
and far beyond the clouds?
even just a little bit under the sky?
why?
just why?
i’ll wait for you with all my warmth and brilliance
smiling upward at heavens, knowing that
in the honeyed light of the evening, you will be there
blossoming like as a flower blossomed against the pure sunlight
but, why?
just why?
why can’t it be?
i only hope that you too
will wait for me, as you affectionately welcome
the burning hue of the sunset, suggesting the impending night
where you, with all your glory, shines in luster, and in gleam
please wait, I beg of you, wait, I supplicate
but, why?
just why?
why can’t it be?
why can’t there be a resting place,
a rendezvous, where we can hold each other
longer, passionately, fervently, ardently
and maybe, just maybe, kiss,
our first kiss
but, why?
just why?
why are we
two star – crossed lovers?
- says the Sun to the moon-
NaPowriMo Day 28
Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).
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