5th Poemonday

Questions In The Mind Of A Poet While She Washes Her Floors

 
by Elena Georgiou

 

Because tonight I have so many questions that are going unanswered, pinging around my skull like so much buck shot. I can’t think, I can’t do anything but wait for the tide to come.

 

 

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Will obedience leave me unknown to myself, stranded?

Is it enough for me to know where I’m from?

If I do more truth-telling will I be happier with what I say?

If I had three days to live would I still be sensible?

Is the break between my feelings and my memory
the reason I’m unable to sustain rage?

Am I a peninsula slowly turning into an island?

If I grew up gazing at the ocean would I think
life came in waves?

If I were a nomad would I measure time
by the length of a footstep?

If I can see a cup drop to the floor and shatter
why can’t I see it gather itself back together?

If a surgeon cut out my mistakes
would the scar be under my heart?

How much time will I spend protecting myself
from what the people I love call love?

Would my desires destroy my politics?

Is taboo sex the ultimate aphrodisiac?

If I fall in love with the wrong person
How do I learn to un-in love myself?

Can I make my intuition into a divining rod?

Is music the closest I can get to God?

How many of these questions will remain
when I kneel to wash my floor again?

 

***

What are the questions that assault you in moments of silence?

-W.

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2 thoughts on “5th Poemonday

  1. Thanks Em, I’ve arrived at a new place I’m learning to live over again. It’s good, it’s hard and I’m growing into this new skin, so tender and sensitive. I feel like light could pass through me sometimes.

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