Mr Question : Writing

The Gift of Young Curiosity Towards Nature

The Gift of Young Curiosity Towards Nature

A Poem by Mr Question


The innocent curiosity of natureinstilledwithin the children we love,is an elixir we drink with our eyes,which we can't get enough of.We watch as they..
Inescapable

Inescapable

A Poem by Mr Question


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 ..
I Am Where I Should Be

I Am Where I Should Be

A Poem by Mr Question


It just dawned on methat I am where I should benot where I dreamednor what it seemed.I exist not just for meor for posterity.but to assist in a chain ..
No Room for a Craftsman

No Room for a Craftsman

A Poem by Mr Question


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 automa..
It's getting Late

It's getting Late

A Poem by Mr Question


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...
For those before

For those before

A Poem by Mr Question


We move through our livessurroundedby who we lovefamiliarand comfortingtaking for granted not saying enough.But those who raise ussee us,as we are, fr..
Passenger seat driver

Passenger seat driver

A Poem by Mr Question


"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 ..
Walk carefully to comfort

Walk carefully to comfort

A Poem by Mr Question


To express is to desire understanding.To express is to desire comfort.Comfort without understanding is bland and tasteless.Words drop uncontrolled as ..
Stolen Words

Stolen Words

A Poem by Mr Question


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 u..
So Goes Winter

So Goes Winter

A Poem by Mr Question


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.T..