Questioning, Please. Poem by Sandra Feldman
Questioning, Please.
We are such a mixture of,
I don't know what,
Such a Cocktail of this and that
Should I take off my hat?
Or continue to question with 'what'
Makes us so paradoxically- mysterious?
I ask till I become delirious
Love, hate, lust, bust,
Love, then kill at will,
Make, create, destroy,
House of cards,
And that Horse,
Helen of Troy.
Civilizations come and go,
Are we the same? I do not know,
All our lives, the question Is
Why are we here, and What is This?
I ask all of these questions myself and have many de ja vue moments. If only there were not so many inconsiderate people on this planet then the cocktail would slide doen much easier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:43:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sandra, I too ask these questions constantly in my poetry, but as yet have come up with no concrete answers. Thank you for the comment on my poem today. Wrote it when I was in the hospital. Got out of the hospital on Friday evening and am now home. Doing alright so far. Surgery was a success! Thank you for your prayers. Take care.