When life is a question does anybody have an answer?

(When life is a question does anybody have an answer?)

What am I going to do with my life? he asks

Can you really answer that? she responds

Why can’t I just get on with my life?

What kind of a life do you want to get on with?

Can we take this in another direction?

What direction do you want to go?

Can I consider space?

Is space what you want to do with your life?

Can I be buried in space?

To be jettisoned into the universe?

Why not?

Do you want your body to expand twice its size?

That’s what would happen?

Can you see yourself frozen in space for millions of years?

What if I’m close to a star?

Do you want to burn to a crisp?

Why are you asking all these questions?

Do you really want an answer?

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NaPoWriMo Day 28 prompt to write a poem of questions.

When life is a question does anybody have an answer?

On Carmel Point

To My Dear Robinson Jeffers,

When the fog rolls and the horn sounds

I will think of the stones you carried

up the hill on Carmel Point

to set a foundation for Tor House

You kept going higher and higher

until you met the hawk

the world expanding around you

your small window with a view of the Pacific

I want life and death to come as naturally

I want to thank you for placing stone

upon stone in such a way it formed

narrow pathway to the highest point

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Yes, my dear,

“Against the outcrop boulders of a

raised beach

We built our house when I and my

love were young.

Here long ago . . .

. . . all that we saw or heard

was beautiful.” Robinson Jeffers

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NaPoWriMo prompt on letter to a favorite historical figure and response by that person. One of my favorite poets. I visited his house and Tor House in Carmel one day while road tripping. Original take on this experience written in 2016.

On Carmel Point

Death’s Knock

Last night there were knocks

on a door which woke me up

wondering if this

was deliberate knocking on my door

maybe from the homeless people

in the woods next door or someone else

who needed me in the middle

of the night and without pajamas

I left the bed to have a look

& then remembered I was naked

with a fear that someone

could have been looking in at me

standing there oblivious to the fact

that death’s knock had come

to the neighbor in the house

west of me as I went back to sleep

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dVerse prompt on a one sentence poem containing perhaps an embarrassing experience and incorporating the end of civilization

Death’s Knock

I Saw My Mother Dying

I saw my mother dying

Can recognize when someone is about to give up life

“That’s life” an old woman says at the library when the copy machine won’t copy

“That’s death” I say to myself

in between is limbo

Her strong bones frail now

meds keep her under

she wants more

skin pocked with injections

she doesn’t want to know me

what’s the point

she is dying

it can happen to anyone

at anytime

you don’t have to be old to die

I Saw My Mother Dying