November PAD Challenge #13 at Poetic Asides
For today’s prompt, make the title of your poem a question; then, the poem should go about trying to answer the question. You can be direct in your answer or a little vague.
Quandary: What Am I Doing?
And what rhymes with quandary?
Laundry, and all of mine is dirty,
filling baskets, like plastic caskets,
holding only what is stained, and nothing
clean remains, only limp, wrinkled
remnants of long ago memory.
Deepest desire to write something
light. Tired of depth, that holds
nothing but darkness, depression.
Can I make a concession? Perhaps
confession is good for a soul, but
these poems, one each day, are not
playing fair and the air around here
is getting far too thick to breathe.
Desperately want to leave, run away
and start over.
Find some wide fenceless field of clover,
lay down in it, breathe deeply of its
freshness. Let others finish what
I have begun, turn away, and finally
be done with it. Not quite half way
through, what could anyone else do
with all of these words I am purging?
Constantly urging me to continue,
to write, tell this blighted story of you
and me, even though, I already know
that it lacks a happy ending. Bending,
but no matter what I may want, words
keep wending their way, chanting chatter
at inner ear, determined to shatter any
No, they will not diminish, until
they choose to finish, whatever this is
I am now doing.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/13/10
also for Writers Island prompt #29 Quandary