http://slow.writerscafe.org/MrQuestion The original writings of author Mr Question en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996229 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A conversation with a dog is so easy and agreeable.A cat however, a challenge for sure,Responses limited via the future are foreseeable.And yet a cat's hesitance to go with the flow,Is somewhat alluring.An illusion of intelligence and independent desire.Create a coexistence  that is assuri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2943308/ I listened as it wove a path across my mind.The reason for its existence   curious was I,The next direction of another note.The melody carried forward its meaning to imply.A tune that soothed my questions,Of what where and why,Without quite answering by and by.Satisfied with its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2943307/ We leave behind our innocent fun. Muddling through years of programming as our destiny is spun.And so we work until we are doneAnd so we work until our lives course has run.To what end had our life begun?To what end the meaning of our creation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2943306/ Allow me just a moment of melancholy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2938138/ He woke and saw the day,And the day shat.He rose from his bed,Into cloud covered scat.The week dwells on,As he's hoping that,He dodges the damage,A dreary day has begat.As once again his mood falls flat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2937077/ I sat and watched the ferns unfurl,And stretch to the sky.Each Year I watched  as they repeated,And I wondered why.Why continue the struggle,to reclaim their space,only to die back.Sometimes I ponder to solve this puzzle,Each year, the elements, to rise and face.Yet immortality they lack.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2935502/ As we grow we find comfort together in a crowd.Being led and influenced by those that are loud.As we stand together our mood is swayed,Like wind blown wheat fields in directions we are played.So easily we are turned as the weather changes.Our future, The Good and Evil sets out and arranges.Occasiona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2934848/ Porcelain frosted branches easing,Bending to honor the frigid air,They hold their color through the season,As others drop to recover energy,and contemplate spring's outpouring reason.Tis a nose thumbing to winter,That benefits the birds,Who use the limbs for cover,Sharing thanks via whistling w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2934486/ I feel therefore I rhyme. It happens all the time. A thought will begin,And grow within.Becoming words built together so sublimeThough humble I may strive to be.Avoiding attention from others not wanting to see,Beyond closed doors,My ego it roars,Seeking freedom to seek all it can be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2934154/ Spent a weekend with my grandchildren and decided to take a less serious direction with a poem. Shamelessly childish. This was inspired by them and is for them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2933536/ The innocent curiosity of natureinstilled within the children we love,is an elixir we drink with our eyes,which we can't get enough of.We watch as they touch, and breathe in,and experience all it has to offer.The hardness of rocks,wetness of water,the coolness of grass,and the smells .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2933396/ The logic is inescapable,Yet we attempt to skirt it anyway.Our lack of dealing…. Indescribable.As the moment comes into play. We seek refuge in pastimes to utilize the time.In denial the time will end.But onward we go irresponsibly,Seeking the mystery of time we can bend.Ultimately we lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2931938/ It just dawned on me that I am where I should benot where I dreamed nor what it seemed.I exist not just for meor for posterity.but to assist in a chain of livesthat surrounds infinity.I have a part that requires a strong heartto support all in my proximity.and I'm ok with that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2931578/ Is there no room for a craftsman?No room for their skills and dedication?Are we so impatient to get what we can?We will take lesser quality via automation.No longer is there soul put into what we own.No sweat, no unique imagination.It has been said for many years you get what you pay for.And we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2931538/ I see my time getting shorter.My choices of entertainment are duller,My spare time, increasingly, I have become a hoarder.I seek to study the mundane.To understand why they exist,From their understanding what wisdom I may gain.The secrets of the universe may be within my grasp.I must be patient.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2931259/ We move through our lives surrounded by who we lovefamiliar and comfortingtaking for granted not saying enough.But those who raise ussee us,as we are, from above.As always, we have been acceptedfor who we are and what we're made of.so on we go after they have left,a living tribute to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2930546/ "The wrong turn? I see your point,"He said to his wife, As she attempted to open the car door.He turned off the engine, Opened the window, And began the long swim to the shore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2929750/ To express is to desire understanding.To express is to desire comfort.Comfort without understanding is bland and tasteless. Words drop uncontrolled as if from a storm cloud only to evaporate before they can quench the forest of feelings.Take care to seek succor for those that have built walls o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2929089/ Stolen wordsWe sat and spoke,often over a meal. I may have known youor just a moment's common bond we would feel.Whether a stranger or friend,silence urged us to speak. And share polite banter,the comfort of words would keep.That moment is now rare,the revolution is on.We sit with eyes dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2928261/ So goes WinterFather Time sinks further into depression,with no Spring in his step,His mistress spurs his attention,Her Nature fills him with regret.The Mother of their Sun,Whose labors we almost forget,For he has aligned with another,Old Man Winter be his name,And they cater to his whims.As Father .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2927381/ The comfort of trees cannot be understated,I can honestly state 10 out of 10 is underrated,Although My infatuation is a little belated,I am grateful the fates graciously waited,To bestow upon me, even though I am dated,To ogle and commiserate until satiated,With the aura of the forest and all things.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2926091/ Fresh Snow's WisdomFor just a moment,The world is clean. Sounds are muted, Just so serene. But a cost is applied, For experiencing the calm. Bitter cold taken in stride, Becomes the required balm. Sounds of steps through the snow, Are all that you need, A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2925227/ Step out on the ice be curious of the view.It may crack it may shift but what can you do.Look down to to the ice there's a reflection that’s true. If you stay on the shore you'll never know you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2924922/ The Simple CornerWhat possibilities the simple corner lends, Where walls come together and collide. Where the sun sits related to it will settle the dispute, Where the dark and light reside.Met head on without care,A dent may be left where one may regret. But standing on one side.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2924550/ EmpathyFall into the emotion,feel its essence.locate its core envelope its presence.Understand and relatedo not hesitate.To connect and empathise with others and their fate,You must, within you, to see within them.Only then can some feelings shared,allow healing to begin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrQuestion/2924435/