Question Me This

Questions were asked, but no answers.

What kind of pain do you feel when she weeps?

What is the color of her soul when she cries?

Do you see her in the light of a sunset

or in the sunbeams, as the sun begins to rise?

Do the songs that she sings take you skyward

to those fleeting moment lost in her love?

And if you had those moments, here, again, today

would they fit like they did, as a glove?

Does she cling to you when sorrow replaces dreams,

those times when those tears must be shed?

And are you the harbor that she seeks in a storm,

her comfort-quilt --- on her featherbed?

JE Falcon

09-09-2018

Rew. 02-22-2022

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Let me come back to this. I like it, a lot. You ask questions. And what happens when you do that?

[JE Falcon]

Ya got to think about it. :)

[William Michael Reeves]

I'm back to this, with this....

(empty space here)

Oh! Sorry, I guess you'll just have to wait to get your answers. But not for long. I'll post it in 'Reflections'. But here's a teaser. These are the last 2 lines.

So with arms open wide I shelter her frightened soul
Enveloping her warmth until the tempest has fled.

You can get the rest in an hour or so. And I apologize for the covert collaboration. When a poet asks a question....

[JE Falcon]

Not a problem, we do what must be written. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like how this is a sequel poem to the Sand-Bride...
"Are you the harbor..." is the best line.
Nicely done, JE,
j.

[JE Falcon]

Much appreciated, Jacob.

[Writergurl]

WOW!!! This is wonderful, I enjoyed this piece a lot

[JE Falcon]

Thanks, this all came from a question I was once asked by a friend, about a current love. --- "Are you her comfort-quilt, on her featherbed?"