Prompt: Address the poem to the reader.
Response: The Questioning
If you were to read like a blind hand
fingers tracing the shape and form
the contour of my language - the figure of my words
could I help the meaning pass to you - into you - like
vision to one who has always been blind?
If you were to read like a child
sounding out syllables to create the song
the simple story of my writing - the truth hidden in my nonsense
could I help the shaping of your life - your story - like
the profound poets of old?
If you were to read like a gentle breeze
listlessly lifting the cadence of the rhythm
the music of composing - the depth of lyric lines
could I help the sharpness of your mind - your imagination - like
the wind whispers to the tree boughs?
And if I
If I could write like a prayer
words building in strength and meaning
the praise to deity - the elation of worship
could you see like blind, lift like child, touch like wind, my words - my lines - like
the absolution of a heavenly being?