Fill In The Blanks
Questions, unending.
What do you want from me...
would you like that in a size medium or large?
Where do I go next?
What's wrong with me?
Why did they leave?
What's even the point?
What's even the point?
What's even the point?
What's even the point?
What's even the point?
Answers, still pending.
Those in the know say, there are still many large white spaces on the map of human knowledge and it is up to us to discover them. The question "What's even the point?" it's poetic in its searching for answers. Thought-provoking write, Naledi!
ReplyDeleteThank you Khaya ❤️
DeleteI love it! So inventive. I guess the point being that we all fade away eventually.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great take. Thank you Colleen ❤️
DeleteAn anguished question! I think, one we must answer for ourselves, creating our own point.
ReplyDeleteThe use of the fading font color is well done here. It drives home the idea of this being an echo, constantly rattling around in the mind so it becomes the never ending background, even if we think we've forgotten it.
ReplyDeleteI like that, you've captured it perfectly. Thank you Rommy ❤️ did you ever get your letter?
DeleteAnd the question you left out:
ReplyDeleteWhat's wrong with *them*?
Good one, thank you ❤️ I like these little moments of connection we have here, Graham
DeleteLuv that vanishing thought question. However lets look for the reasons, lets look to hope
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog today
Much💖love
Thank you, Gillena ❤️
DeleteNice.. Like the delicate and clever way you achieve this - altogether quite original... Bravo!
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you ❤️ much appreciated
DeleteAwaiting answers.
ReplyDeleteKeeping you company ❤️
DeleteI often find myself asking "why do I have to do this crap" and "what's even the point?" A very relatable poem!
ReplyDeleteI feel better just knowing I'm not alone in my wandering frustration. Thank you ❤️
DeleteSo much seems to be pending these days...
ReplyDeleteYou can say that again!
DeleteSuch are the ponderings of life, unending..........
ReplyDeleteI like that...since in a way we'll never truly get the point. But it's in the pursuit of it that we find meaning ❤️
DeleteSorry....don't have the answers
ReplyDeleteShucks...well at least we have this view ❤️
Deletei think, these questions, only an individual can answer for oneself. and then sometimes may not have the answers too.
ReplyDeletea thought-provoking poem. i like the repetitions in it, like it's really urgent to find the answers. :)
True that, in a way we're not finding the point but creating it according to what matters to us most. Thank you ❤️
Delete"What's even the point? "
ReplyDeleteJust go away . . .
I love a writing with unanswered questions... Puts one to thinking, perhaps POOR ME.
..
I love that too ❤️ because we'll never get all the answers.
DeleteQuite the clever poem … loved it!
ReplyDeleteMy dear dandelion in the breeze, thank you ❤️
DeleteWhat is the point. Guess we just keep plodding along, the point being that rosy apple fallen to ground or the sheets on the line, or or just this thing called living? Which is an unending question. Sometimes we don't want answers.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to think that as well. There are no answers, or rather no wrong answers. Thank you Yvonne ❤️
Delete