Today’s Poetry Type:
Who, what, and when these questions are….
Who, what, and when, where, how, and why?
Ask these questions; reach for the sky.
For the inquisitive mind
ever ready to seek and find
among life’s many riddles answers well hidden
the knowledge of where, how, and why; who, what, and when?
Or perhaps we will never know
And wonder will expand and grow
A brilliant new conflagration
Will we end another day searching, confounded still?
Failing to grasp heart’s desire – or perhaps we will.
These questions are a beginning
To make the workings of mind sing
The answers matter so much less
Than willingness to take a guess
Follow intuition, reach for the furthest star.
Impetus becoming more than these questions are.
So often, it all begins with a question. Questions open the mind to possibilities, to wonder, to potential avenues to learning something new.
Questions ignite the mind and the imagination. Questions give us a path to engagement and conversation. The “what ifs” of life are in the questions. Innovations begin with asking if there’s a better way, or a new way, to do something.
Can we get there from here?
How long will it take?
Where will we stay?
What will we do when we get there?
Why should we go?
Whom should we go with?
Questions can be simple:
Can I have a hug?
Would you like to come with me?
Want to watch this video I found?
Have you heard about….?
Questions can be complex:
Why did our brother die as a baby?
Do you think there’s a heaven?
Is world peace possible?
Some are just silly:
Are you an armadillo?
Can I eat your arm?